The darkened past cannot be tamed,
As you catch your shooting stars.
For your rainbow casts spells upon,
The ones perceived as long gone afar.
The past slowly grasping at your heels,
As ones footsteps slowly fade away,
I wish my heart could be satisfied,
With the words in which you have to say.
But somewhere, not far behind ones stride,
And harshly clasping at the wrists.
Something strikes an unnatural cord,
A pound through the heart with a fist.
