JasperTheReckless
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Nov 1, 2011
- Messages
- 339
I do not know how old I am, my thoughts wander free
Body is twenty, but that is not me
My mind is timeless, grey, wise and bold
I tell myself, Wolfie, you are not so old
But why is my heart scarred, lonely and cold
the pain of ten lifetimes, genuine, gold
I know not these past times, my memories fade,
The feelings remember, trusted with age
I feel I have purpose, one not known by me, perhaps to guide others, the damaged, you see
I know the darkness, I call it my home
Wood grained floors, chilled to the bone
The blackened windows reflect all my fears, I choke down the solvent, the nectar of mirrors
Shimmering inside me, silvered and frayed, I seek out the answers, before my day
I will not lose you, I grip the oak rails in this fortress of mine, the old mental warehouse, where hope faintly shines
The demons, they hurt me, but you hold them back, I kneel before lords as the days fade to black
I will not falter, I've never learned how, I grip these oak rails as the amber light shines, lost in the darkness, searching my mind
I do not know when the time will come, for the bad things to fade and the clouds leave the sun
Here I remain on this winding staircase,
Hopeless yet strong, protecting this place
by C. Spencer
Body is twenty, but that is not me
My mind is timeless, grey, wise and bold
I tell myself, Wolfie, you are not so old
But why is my heart scarred, lonely and cold
the pain of ten lifetimes, genuine, gold
I know not these past times, my memories fade,
The feelings remember, trusted with age
I feel I have purpose, one not known by me, perhaps to guide others, the damaged, you see
I know the darkness, I call it my home
Wood grained floors, chilled to the bone
The blackened windows reflect all my fears, I choke down the solvent, the nectar of mirrors
Shimmering inside me, silvered and frayed, I seek out the answers, before my day
I will not lose you, I grip the oak rails in this fortress of mine, the old mental warehouse, where hope faintly shines
The demons, they hurt me, but you hold them back, I kneel before lords as the days fade to black
I will not falter, I've never learned how, I grip these oak rails as the amber light shines, lost in the darkness, searching my mind
I do not know when the time will come, for the bad things to fade and the clouds leave the sun
Here I remain on this winding staircase,
Hopeless yet strong, protecting this place
by C. Spencer
