Does it make you cry?
When you see, do you fight back the tears?
I've been trying to wash away all my fears.
Would it be better if I lied?
I've thought and tried everything I can afford
and still you hold my life without accord.
Why won't you set me free?
Remove me from this world so I many flee.
Bring me to salvation
and end my forsaken dreams.
I think of Death Kindly,
and with my last breath I embrace it blindly.
I throw my hands out to you
but too late! I'm a fool.
As crimson rivers flow within me
and I fall I see you clearly
while this frozen grip tightens in my chest
and my eyes dim upon me
I hear you laugh, so taunting
so driven.
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