Aiming for an ending, Wanting it so bad
ill be walking for years
without my sight.
but i can feel his presence in my thoughts
with every footprint i leave behind
with every Arrow cast through this cold mind of mine
every whisper i ever saved for his ears
are caught in my throat
they are choking me up as they pierce through my soul
like a tribel Spear
With every reminder i once trained my mind to bear flash back
and sting me once more
as it flings those oh so blessed memories
they haunt my closed eyes
and mind to stab the bulls eye of my body
in the centre of my eaten away heart
with the prick of a dart.
No comments:
Post a Comment