JasperTheReckless
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Nov 1, 2011
- Messages
- 339
I miss the days when it was nice and things were fine
Now it rains ice and the sun doesn't shine, the leaves turn black and fast move the hands of time
We used to smile, our words stayed soft
Before the darkness crept in, killing tranquility off
Time wore hard on the armor of the wise, cracks and holes riddle the walls of my mind
All the nights forgotten and buried never left my head, echoes and cries still pierce the silence, all the words I should have said
left alone forever, drowning in a pool of molten lead
lost but still alive, roaming in the violence searching for the morning rays, sleep is naught and I am frayed, heart is cracked, my soul decayed, future is grey and tomorrow is blind to the fault of today's mistakes
Now I sit, glass in hand wondering how it came to this, darkness plagues me in my dreams, these demons of what lies beneath, my head is empty, save for wishes, depression gnawing, acidic and vicious
Truth is found when the stone walls crumble
Lessons learned cannot undo
The scars inside that define the wolf as wild
By C. Spencer
Now it rains ice and the sun doesn't shine, the leaves turn black and fast move the hands of time
We used to smile, our words stayed soft
Before the darkness crept in, killing tranquility off
Time wore hard on the armor of the wise, cracks and holes riddle the walls of my mind
All the nights forgotten and buried never left my head, echoes and cries still pierce the silence, all the words I should have said
left alone forever, drowning in a pool of molten lead
lost but still alive, roaming in the violence searching for the morning rays, sleep is naught and I am frayed, heart is cracked, my soul decayed, future is grey and tomorrow is blind to the fault of today's mistakes
Now I sit, glass in hand wondering how it came to this, darkness plagues me in my dreams, these demons of what lies beneath, my head is empty, save for wishes, depression gnawing, acidic and vicious
Truth is found when the stone walls crumble
Lessons learned cannot undo
The scars inside that define the wolf as wild
By C. Spencer
