ShadowsCool
02-07-2012, 11:55 PM
The darkness grasp the light that never should be,
A tunnel that flickers inside absurdity.
What's done is done,
There is no going back
From the sill a shadow of one hung,
That is perfectly me!
With terrified bulging eyes,
But not for deaths disgrace.
This is where I longed to be,
Stilled by the widows dream
Crying inside for release.
That was perfectly me!
How absurd it must be to find me,
With a bead of light through my pale claws,
Having hungered for peace,
While the restless wind leaps
To steal my dreams.
A tunnel that flickers inside absurdity.
What's done is done,
There is no going back
From the sill a shadow of one hung,
That is perfectly me!
With terrified bulging eyes,
But not for deaths disgrace.
This is where I longed to be,
Stilled by the widows dream
Crying inside for release.
That was perfectly me!
How absurd it must be to find me,
With a bead of light through my pale claws,
Having hungered for peace,
While the restless wind leaps
To steal my dreams.