Tiny wooden box.
Footprint on the rocks.
Whispers to the soul,
Long forgotten goal.
Where was I my friend?
When your life did end.
Hidden in the illusion,
Drowned in the demons confusion.
Be patient and open thy arms.
Soon I will return to your charms.
The path is dreaded and weary,
For of this world I'm found dreary.
Oh but the forgotten times
We were partners in crime.
The ragged heart searches
Remembering songs of churches.
The times in the hills
Buried by too many pills.
The happy dancing squills,
To this day my heart kills.
The day soon shall be,
By my side so much glee.
Let the dirt to the side move,
And from this world remove.
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 12:32 AM UTC
Tiny wooden box.
Footprint on the rocks.
Whispers to the soul,
Long forgotten goal.
Where was I my friend?
When your life did end.
Hidden in the illusion,
Drowned in the demons confusion.
Be patient and open thy arms.
Soon I will return to your charms.
The path is dreaded and weary,
For of this world I'm found dreary.
Oh but the forgotten times
We were partners in crime.
The ragged heart searches
Remembering songs of churches.
The times in the hills
Buried by too many pills.
The happy dancing squills,
To this day my heart kills.
The day soon shall be,
By my side so much glee.
Let the dirt to the side move,
And from this world remove.
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