So many nights spent here, alone.
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Tears, they flow uncontrollably to these very thoughts.
I have strived ever so hard, to become the willow.
So arrogant with it's depressive sort of sway.
Times of old, now crushed by the erect towers
which surround me.
The night rolls in, suffocating my tears.
Leaving me gasping, as only a whimpering child may,
I crawl towards my splintered sky, and mourn the lack of return.
So soon morn comes, as the stealy bird is prominant in capturing me.
Flashes engulf my eyelids with faces a new,
while tears stream from the leaky doors of my soul.
My vacance has yet to be noticed, or even breathed upon.
Such a revalation is met,
as the meshy support beneath my bottom sighs upon my approach.
Positioned now, oh so distinctly in the ray of the gods,
My eyes burn from my salt-ridden woe, and I face my pool of hell.
How long must my eyes be tortured with the sight of my absence.
To behold such a hollow afterlife, is to be thrown away forever.
In my sarcafagus of steel, I lie peacfully without toil.
Pondering only of when those who damaged me, will come to bring me home.
Sadly, I know this day will never come.
So here I sit, gazing as the sun rises high, wiping my tears, and becoming that in which I love most..
Fate holds on tight
As we stumble on through life