I can see into your eyes… I can sense the fear
Fear… a curse I have come to hear
Despair thickens the air, asphyxiating oxygen into submission
Id take a bad hangover over this weird period of transition
Finding our feet. catching our breath, trying to make sense
Tense… intense… choking on elixir minus life’s essence
Is the darkness here to stay? Will it ever go away
Reminding you and me that bullshit does not pay
Come judgment day
Out of luck?
Seemingly stuck?
Like a werewolf longing for the moon
His judgment cometh… and that right soon.
1 comment:
like the rhyme scheme :)
esp the moon and soon .. very natural. and poetry was not supposed to be ur domain. stay out intruder.
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