The cold Nights translucent whispers wither a fading light
furious is the fire blazing foretold with unspoken curious nights
How? why? must we abide by these unspoken denials.
A truth so pleasing yet denied
A withered light
Foretold through furious fires
No truth no light no fire just a
Curious dreamers dreams dancing in the night.
Gazing Stars seem to ask
How many nights can a dreamer dance?
As dawn pulls from nights heavy grasp
Light surrounds embraces a last
Warm is the day as denials become truth
Whisper sweet light wash away the night
I can dance no more
In this cold lonely room where the walls are dark and gray my heart is torn into. my eyes are full of tears my mind is racing what is this day to bring? More sadness, tears! I cringe at the thought of one more day ! How do I get out of this locked room trapped with no windows to climb through these walls are made of steel.
How I got here I’m not sure but this place is all to familiar as if i am home, maybe its not so bad I find the solitude comforting with no chance of misguided thoughts of happiness only emptiness with no worries or unwanted visitors there are no doorways no way in or out
I think ill stay awhile maybe i can find serenity in this darkness maybe i can be free from the hurt I am numb from the pain.