Tis only mid day
It's usually midnight, when I feeleth this pain;
The times art getting earlier now, for mine heart to decay
I feeleth mine alma aleteo in an ending life parade.
And it's hitting me hard now, I telleth it to go away
Though in the morning I shalt waketh, mine thought's frayed
And as I prayeth to God, to breaketh this nightmare today
The forlornness still wilt be there, as I feeleth mine smile fade.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
Tis only mid day
It's usually midnight, when I feeleth this pain;
The times art getting earlier now, for mine heart to decay
I feeleth mine alma aleteo in an ending life parade.
And it's hitting me hard now, I telleth it to go away
Though in the morning I shalt waketh, mine thought's frayed
And as I prayeth to God, to breaketh this nightmare today
The forlornness still wilt be there, as I feeleth mine smile fade.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
