The days grow shorter, my life does as well
Summer soon to end, no adventures had
With brush dipped in burden, I walk through hell
Painted in corner, soon I shall be mad
What shall life be like, when the mind is gone
Will weight suddenly be lifted from me?
Or new woe arrive, still the Devil’s pawn
Days of introspection, blackness I see
Self psyche examination tests the soul
Each day before mirror, I look for cracks
To die with sword in hand, that is my goal
One day sans worry, what I sorely lack
The stairs circle downward or so it seems
I live on hope by day, at night on dreams
No comments:
Post a Comment