Sitting here content yet beguiled.
Wondering how long til I'm reviled.
I long for that comforting sign of relief.
Running on the fumes left in my one belief.
Made my move and now I await the days.
Where I am removed from these old ways.
And how can I not with a devil knocking at my door?
Five, four, three, two, what is he waiting for?
Colorful reminiscence of days long since past.
Nonetheless I am glad this year had flown so fast.
Books are closed on days when was still so young.
I regret not a single thing for what I've become.
So as soon as I am no longer lost and bereft.
I'll fight on until I've got nothing left.
Wen my heart of stone is poured dry in the morning.
I will finally know the truth behind the warning.
My legs can take me far but they cannot take me there.
So I strip away the rocks until my heart is laid bare,
Autumn is here now and we know not what yet to expect.
Though danger lurks around me I still can't intercept.
Though we stand to lose after coming so far,
Our methods of survival makes us who we are.
So my hands are now extended with quiet comfort I invite,
Does he dare take what I offer; does he step into the light?
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