I've crawled through a thicket called my darkness
wounded by something far greater than myself. I
played upon the meadows of dreams while my soul
was somewhere looking for a way to be different.
Will I ever be free to enjoy the warming light of day.
I skipped across clouds playfully at and early dawn
hoping my wounds would not come to bare down
upon me while others could see me more clearly
In those: my moments of unusual desperation.
Was I able to hide myself in a different light?
The bright wound in my chest is open wide,
for my heart is missing. You see - It was ripped
out by the cold hands of some kind of twisted fate;
while quietly it still beat in the stinging hands of hate.
I can't be myself any longer for my heart is not in me.
I have looked across the vast expanse of time trying
to find that one moment where I could grab hold and
drag it back to my reality to fix what went wrong. One
moment is all I needed, but it could not be found. How
could something important as that remain obscured?
Time will continue on forever, but I will not, for youth
is as fleeting as a sparrow in the sky bound for some
destination beyond what is visible to my weeping eyes.
I look at the sparrow with contempt as I go deeper into
an abyss called sorrow. I wonder...when will it all end?
