My consciousness fading into oblivion, I see nothing, feel nothing, but I hear you, I hear the slightest of your voice calling my name
I backed away in sheer horror while he advanced towards me, I looked around me for means to escape, he was between me & the door.
So let your choices speak for you in deeds that show the real you. And let your shadow validate you not others for your life belongs to you.
Although we knew the cops were wrong, we couldn't stop them. An attempt to intervene would've been met with either cuffs or bullets.
Now, we walk away from treaties. We stop honoring commitments. We are going to show the world how an arms race is won. Nobody wins an arms race.
so I will advance on broken feet and wobbly knees just as yellow starts dancing with green.
Caught in claw of memories now, regretting the trust given to you. But I will never be betrayed again even if hell freezes over.
I regret, like coiled flowers, I burst when loosed, but the loosing is part of who I am
Because I can't keep fighting the world, I can't keep fighting myself
Glass Rod You push me around with careless hands like I’m a glass rod on a wind chime forcing a word a tune out of me as the thin thread I dangle from wavers and I hold on another day…
The structure around me crumbles But the walls of solitude stand firm The fire within me died out
Darkness forced them away from the tasty soil and back to their elm tree for sleep. The sparrows felt fat and lazy. Just flying up to their branches took quite an effort. This frightened them.