Shattered glass and troubled winds Fear maintains persistence
Hysteria, muted
Alone, and rebutted
Latching onto resistance
Desperate, for fun
Out goes my heart;
Here I am, pint of ***
The night has yet been dark
The mood is nothing, but dreary
Our lives have only begun
Patient hearts have untrue intentions
Acceptence, for only a night of pleasure
Shadows hide a past of gloom and spite
Morning creeps, and souls, they scramble beneath
The poor, the lonely unwanted soul;
They see no clear reality
They roam helpless and scarred
They are indubitably unsure
We are here
Gone