Windows glassy before me,
As the beat behind them slowly comes to a resolve,
This shell before me shall dissolve.
Go onward to place I shall not reach,
Not now at least
The darkness flees the flashing badges,
Something I will not be granted
You are in a better place, or so I assume
By my own hand, I am doomed
These hands I know so well,
That is yours
Mine,
Wrenched behind me as you are stared at in terror
They think my work is over
But I have just began, I really am new to this
I don’t mean to offend but you were simply practice
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 8:31 PM UTC
Windows glassy before me,
As the beat behind them slowly comes to a resolve,
This shell before me shall dissolve.
Go onward to place I shall not reach,
Not now at least
The darkness flees the flashing badges,
Something I will not be granted
You are in a better place, or so I assume
By my own hand, I am doomed
These hands I know so well,
That is yours
Mine,
Wrenched behind me as you are stared at in terror
They think my work is over
But I have just began, I really am new to this
I don’t mean to offend but you were simply practice
