Darkness comes to claim my breath.
It's ice,it's cold, its seen as death.
Lost in silhouettes of time,
my hopes, my dreams, my life resides.
No way to claim what time can take,
my fruits of life gave up in vain.
My anger burns, myself it hates,
For lived, have i not, at any date.
So now my thoughts of suicide
become reality that's told by time.
So as the blade that swiftly drops,
And as the time it quickly stops.
My mind is racing, heart is pounding,
for cries of help, and pleas are sounding.
My life it twists it fate you see,
creating paradoxes, starting with 3.
The first is calm yet raging night,
filled with fire, still no light.
The battles fought within is two,
life or death, i must chose.
And the sounds of silence is three,
it's quiet yet you hear people plea.
So my life, it's not Serene,
it's more confusing than it seems. |
