Were it anguish, I would have known.
I've been here before, I know these roads.
Hopes of grey and dust, casually thrown
then hooked to a van, miserably towed.
The sounds of skids and breaks,
Oft' fill my ears on lonley nights,
I'm drifting, never really awake
Just living to live, without a fight.
They say what is to be, is to be
and what isn't, t'isn't.
But no, not at all, not to me,
not now, faltering in the present.
I cant see the flames that once were
The very heart, the very core
No turned a lair of soiled fur
Dark and wet and strangely sore
I cant understand the hows or whys
I am now what I am
Lost in a coma, lost in the skies
of devilish thought, of the damned.
I'm a monster, looking for his soul
I'm a traitor, looking for a home
Decsend, I try, from this grey hole
And up and up, allow me to roam
I promise you, now, I can change
I feel wrecked and sorrowfully ashamed
Bring back my heart, the one you framed
And see to this, that flickering in the darkness
thus is the rekindling of a flame.
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