Simply poetry, lyrics or writing in general is my escape. It's my way of getting everything off my plate. It helps me breathe easier and calms me down when stressed. If you happen to read what I have written and enjoy it. Thank you. |
We are all memories old
Someone's shadow in tow...
Darkness rises; I try to escape
All my sin is turned into pain...
I walk as the leaves
Flutter down onto the street...
I'm wasting
This illusion of time...
The sheets
So inviting...
My time
It's leaking from within me...
Eyes that peer straight to my soul
Reading all that is missing...
I can't placate my desires
They're jealous of all the smiles...
When the words met pen
And all that came out...
It holds me
Drags me down...