When as a custom the night sweeps day aside,
Leaving me with nothing
But
A thousand thoughts undefined.
Lying amidst the darkness
And
Striving hard to survive,
There has to be something
That must be keeping them alive.
A hope, a desire
A wish unfulfilled,
A dream, a fight
That is nothing
But a mist.
Falling for the devil’s pride
Keeping the goodness aside,
A soul is resurrecting
From the corpse
Burnt alive.
1 comments:
Tattooed Mind said...
A pleasant read... Thoughts so deep... Loved it :)