• mythic967 15w

    ROPE

    As the Sun sets on the East
    Flows the crimson life on my wrist
    Is the enlightenment on my part
    That all I build will fall apart.

    Silence has been my old friend
    She was there when wounds won't mend
    She was at my side when Eden turn her back
    And the Void filled something that I lack.

    I am very tired of looking up
    As they locked me down in a weary state
    The rope tied the life that I messed up
    Closing my heart, abandoning thy fate.

    ©mythic967