Out of hatred you come and say
Whatever feelings you have at hand
You whisper inside but dare not
To alter a light, to honor our songs.
What should I tell you?
Gone so far, so out of reach
Into a past I dare not delete
Yet climb no ladder to hug and stare
At the one that loves you to no end.
What should I tell you?
The worst of all options
The deadliest of the poisons
Still the safest one to love
Even if chances left me all sore.
And what should I tell myself?
Forgetting to resist, I search for more
I hear my screams yet I crave for some
That would aid me in darkened times
And grants me treasures of my sound nights.
Will serve any form I could fit
Fading into suffocating mist...
Will accomodate readily fast
In any attempt to come last...
Will adore any part of myself
That shows resilence when I hate.
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