In my mind I already died
lying on an embankment
along the river of time.
I sighed and laughed
because the days spent were not really gone
in my peripheral mind.
Gazing down this hollow road
I see strange familiar eyes staring back at me
glowing behind the trees, hiding to be seen.
My foes are those I've known to trust,
before them, I'm gutted
my misery, it seems, feasted upon
though never feeding the bitter hunger
reaped from them within.
I find those eyes that glower
at me in the pitch of dark
For they are the light I see,
however scary,
They are truth
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
In my mind I already died
lying on an embankment
along the river of time.
I sighed and laughed
because the days spent were not really gone
in my peripheral mind.
Gazing down this hollow road
I see strange familiar eyes staring back at me
glowing behind the trees, hiding to be seen.
My foes are those I've known to trust,
before them, I'm gutted
my misery, it seems, feasted upon
though never feeding the bitter hunger
reaped from them within.
I find those eyes that glower
at me in the pitch of dark
For they are the light I see,
however scary,
They are truth
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