Wise words someone once said,
we are silver
trees glitter gold
natures dieing
but we keep trying
to hold onto dreams
that little devils tear at
laugh at
sit on our shoulders and murmer
discouragement into our brains
feeble, minor
sing me a song
an anthem to make all the cares go away
blinding us, confusing us
leaving us to writhe in our own pain
as they dance in blood like rain
Take it back
if you can
realize the depth of their insantiy
and hold onto yours like white knuckle candy
and just maybe
we'll crawl out alive
on the other side
of die.
1 comment:
i love that last line, amy. there's so much hope despite the sadness. love you.
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