I saw a dim light
there was an artifact in my gaze
,however,
and I found that I had to look past a blade to see the light.
just to see the light.
An ancient blade of
A timeless razor with a word written
,freedom,
Or so it illuded in the darkness where I stood
I could hear the sirens
My life says they would sound beautiful
,however,
I have a heart of intent and a hand of doubt
I am in doubt
And hope is to blame
Hope is the name
Of my flickering fame