Sleepless nights with imagery painted so blandly
wandering
A constant feeling of loss or losing
Thoughts on progress and prayer
I'm self destructing
Forged from fires stumbling
Embers whisk away into nothing
Now I ask this "God" am I even worth your saving
The silence, it is crushing
Flowing endlessly underneath
Born into a life lost to misery
Wandering
Thoughts on progress, prayer, self-loathing, and envy
is all that's left of (for) me
No
Conquering
Visions of a future so serene
Conquering
Visions of a life of constant building
Conquering
Visions of lines blurred oh so passionately
Conquered