I need shelter, I need somewhere to call my home. For the life I have dwelled in I have truly outgrown.
I’m so tired. I have been through this times before, I've learnt the only way to stand is when others fall.
I’m no martyr my dear, I am an actor and these lines were written long before our birth.
As I crawl across these barren nights to find these shattered dreams and lights, watch me fall through all I know as I fight to wake my dormant glow. I’ve met you death and I think you should know sweet airs will put me to rest.
I find myself in skeletal woods witness to the life being drawn from freezing ground.
And as masked figures start chasing me I flee along where path is not found.
Look to my left and all I see is all that was embraced in numbing filigree.
Look to my right and all that I know is death dwells here and it’s my time to go.
As the cold runs through my mind, I feel my loss and it starts to bind.
And as ice starts enveloping me, I know I’ll leave without any elegy.
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