I pray that my feelings
Shall soon pass
With the hand of clock
As it moves the time so fast.
For six years,
I dreamt.
I hoped.
I waited.
All I hear now
From the mouth of fate
"Let there be nothing,"
And truly, there's none.
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
I pray that my feelings
Shall soon pass
With the hand of clock
As it moves the time so fast.
For six years,
I dreamt.
I hoped.
I waited.
All I hear now
From the mouth of fate
"Let there be nothing,"
And truly, there's none.
The left side of my chest aches. Too much.
