The story saddens me
and disturbed fields of endless miles makes the road look long and old
i just lay in this coffin and i look up to the collection of stars
if life is so luminous
why does it linger in the gallows?
why is love perched on a shelf gathering dust?
Midnight: and my eyes show no desire to close
stuck in a transe of what seems like never ending thoughts
closed eyes adds another layer to the darkness
one more layer to fear
countless stitches to wounds that find no satisfaction in closing up
lust in fingertips, submerged in ice
finding no reason to attempt warmth in the fire
cold hands piercing through my numb stomach
drawing me back to an asylum of dedicated causes
Dawn: and the ending saddens me
staring back at numerous endeavours
realizing i haven't gotten far
compared to where i'd like to go
its finding the desire and forgetting about what I want.