Scratching on pen and paper
I search and search, for what
Though, a career in a dying field
And a promise of earnings.
To see not the death in my eyes,
Falling victim, to the plague in my heart,
You are at the mercy of the souls, you ****
Personally, holding victim to yourself,
Sadly, searching for your own name, among millions.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 4:33 AM UTC
Scratching on pen and paper
I search and search, for what
Though, a career in a dying field
And a promise of earnings.
To see not the death in my eyes,
Falling victim, to the plague in my heart,
You are at the mercy of the souls, you ****
Personally, holding victim to yourself,
Sadly, searching for your own name, among millions.