The steady burn I yearned for once, seems dim.
Like a candle flickers, holding on to it's last breath
I wonder where it came from, this draft.
Feeling unsteady
I see a fugitive running, trying to escape the undeniable fate that awaits him.
What a waste of time this is.
More life, more lonely nights
This is what I need.
I think.
Hunched under a floorboard of an abandoned house
He rests.
anticipates
Those sirens will drown out soon
He thinks he will see better days.
He fools himself.
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 10:41 PM UTC
The steady burn I yearned for once, seems dim.
Like a candle flickers, holding on to it's last breath
I wonder where it came from, this draft.
Feeling unsteady
I see a fugitive running, trying to escape the undeniable fate that awaits him.
What a waste of time this is.
More life, more lonely nights
This is what I need.
I think.
Hunched under a floorboard of an abandoned house
He rests.
anticipates
Those sirens will drown out soon
He thinks he will see better days.
He fools himself.
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