domingo, 19 de outubro de 2008

Weary...




These broken tears wash my soul

My tired body's laid to rest

In a dark corner of the world

By the one who knew me best...


As my heart hardens slowly

Numbness is all that subsides

This soul within me darkens

And no one hears my cries.


The beast within me has won

All the battles and the war.

What is still yet to be sung

Has been locked behind a door.


I wish for a deep slumber

In perfect loving arms

That make me crumble

With a word that calms...


The moon shines down in grace

And sweetness follows.

I am weary of the chase

And full of future sorrows...

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