Exit Logic, stage right.
Enter The Fog.
It permeates my mind,
Rendering me helpless
Against the overwhelming sense of nothing.
My mind goes blank to anything but utter sadness,
My body goes dead, as I wish to be.
As I cry,
I wish for someone to save me,
To pull me from this thick, black fog.
And my sobs become words;
Save...
Me...
And I remember the once upon a time,
When there was someone,
My hero
Who could find me,
And bring me back to life.
My own sobs snap me back to reality;
Save...
Me...
And then I recall, my someone is gone,
And all I have is this fog.
This heavy mass of sadness,
That won't leave me
Until I find someone
Who will always be there
And can
Save...
Me...;
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 6:46 PM UTC
Exit Logic, stage right.
Enter The Fog.
It permeates my mind,
Rendering me helpless
Against the overwhelming sense of nothing.
My mind goes blank to anything but utter sadness,
My body goes dead, as I wish to be.
As I cry,
I wish for someone to save me,
To pull me from this thick, black fog.
And my sobs become words;
Save...
Me...
And I remember the once upon a time,
When there was someone,
My hero
Who could find me,
And bring me back to life.
My own sobs snap me back to reality;
Save...
Me...
And then I recall, my someone is gone,
And all I have is this fog.
This heavy mass of sadness,
That won't leave me
Until I find someone
Who will always be there
And can
Save...
Me...;