Not There Yet

A time consuming task of a days night

The world you provided was a slight:

The plain sight of silence flowing by 

My eyes are in worry of whats becoming a lie 

Seeking innuendo in the thoughts of death 

A world in fire of a life thats left:

Spelling in trials, A contest to began 

A world that awaits poison and sin 

Piecing together a simple night 

Bringing you tears of joy and delight:

Priceless thoughts that must be said 

A feeling of dying before your dead 

Bring me back before its too late 

The world has spoken and sealed my fate