Footprints sand blasted inside my heart
Leaving me alone and desperate to somehow escape where I am
For molten lava appears at my feet
And blistering words are flung at a me that lies down waiting to die
But it is not to be
For that parade of all silence now prances here before me
And a shrill voice announces
"It is your time."
jo.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
Footprints sand blasted inside my heart
Leaving me alone and desperate to somehow escape where I am
For molten lava appears at my feet
And blistering words are flung at a me that lies down waiting to die
But it is not to be
For that parade of all silence now prances here before me
And a shrill voice announces
"It is your time."
jo.
