the tragic disillusioned

[undead]

spoiled by a perfect afternoon
the daylight drops and the night just melts away
with a wind so light a candle goes unphased
and voices travel for miles without a response
the raindrops fall and make their way
to a perfect little land of underground
our senses halt and our breath just fades away
to a clever little place in our brain

carry on we must
we must'nt let it be
that our minor little differences
get the best of me
sad little nomad
carrying on his ways
being untamed as we say we shall
for time, it owns our soul
take heed this warning, for hours be not shame
and we shall make this lovely death a very lively game
running up upon our very lonely shells of dirt
nothing shallow lies upon this carriage full of hurt

cry me tears, i beg of you
to keep me out of danger
say your prayers, i plead
to keep me on my way