Lost Days
The
talons are out and life’s tearing me apart
Refuse to
die, deny my hand to kill my heart
Detonation
within as my mind rides to defend
Resonation
in my head the sound of lost days to pretend
Anonymous
is my being, a new persona living
Savior
within me away from those who kill my striving
A walk in
hell the fresh breeze of difference
Cleanses
my mind from establishment influences
Does
anyone care, the bitches of word breaches
Don’t
touch my hand or reach for warm riches
I’m here
because I’ve gotten away from evil clutches
When I
return not if, it’ll be on terms never again sacrifices
I’m deaf
to questions of where I lay, with whom I swoon
Days into
years I happily shun those who prefer noon to the moon
Passions
always high, I know what I love and who can make me cry
Everyone
else is dead to me for their tongues always lie
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