Longing for an answer,
Knowing it won't come,
I beg for God's mercy.
I scream "Who are you!"
With no reason to cry,
I feel tears on my cheek.
"Today's the day" She says.
Sounds like a melody,
played by an old violin.
Metallic, dense, and rusty.
Like smoke from a foundry.
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 9:11 AM UTC
Longing for an answer,
Knowing it won't come,
I beg for God's mercy.
I scream "Who are you!"
With no reason to cry,
I feel tears on my cheek.
"Today's the day" She says.
Sounds like a melody,
played by an old violin.
Metallic, dense, and rusty.
Like smoke from a foundry.