Transcending tunes in
Dissonant chords--
Demons hiding in the growing mist.
There's nothing left to say,
Only too many things done wrong.
Can it be shut out?
I can't see past my hand,
Let alone past the mistakes.
You left me when I fell down.
I don't blame you,
If I had the choice, I would have left myself.
I'm giving up now,
Handing my white flag to the demons--
I surrender.
I was too late when I started.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 9:15 AM UTC
Transcending tunes in
Dissonant chords--
Demons hiding in the growing mist.
There's nothing left to say,
Only too many things done wrong.
Can it be shut out?
I can't see past my hand,
Let alone past the mistakes.
You left me when I fell down.
I don't blame you,
If I had the choice, I would have left myself.
I'm giving up now,
Handing my white flag to the demons--
I surrender.
I was too late when I started.
Quop Definition: To throb painfully
