Here lies beneath
With the shadows of a broken man
The last vestige of a modern compliance
For me, the road to endure I have found
Serenity and completeness instead
Morality mocked and bean-sidhe knocked
The eternal, life of the nocturnal
Be I alive, or be I dead?
I do not care, for I am whole
Once again.
By fingers and by thumbs
To this place I could never shun
A'dancing with swirls
A pattern had emerged
A doorway open
A worlde spent, left heaving and hoping
Fingers brisk, a chill sets in
How the skin burns from this feeling of cold
So very wonder full, so very olde
I do not want to let go
This time again, rest assured
Is why I walk through that door.
With faith in my hands and dirt on my feet
Worned out, tattered and tired I may be
Stretched and rung, this lonely song
Is what keeps me
With visions and might
To behold, tis such a beautyfull sight
It is so hard to leave, this empty ache
Closing the door gently behind me
I turn away, never a goodbye
My heart was left bloody, held in my hands.
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