As I sit here in the quiet,
and ponder about all that is done,
I pull open the blinds to the window,
and reveal the black of the sun.
The wind grabs me from my bed,
as I try to claw my way back to shore,
I have lost all control, fallen from grace,
of my love there is no more.
The darkness spins and whirls,
as I listen to the stars whisper their grievances,
I shut my ears but they keep on hearing,
the insult around my head that dances.
Life is wasted I was told,
I never tried to do anything new,
so I'm paying now in a world of sorrow,
and now I can only hold to true.
My life was life and that was all,
I fell hard from my home and ways,
I hit the stone hard in prison,
my mind forgets all in a haze.
