Silenced by the late hours
Of a long shower
By the whispers of a lonely owl
Walking close to a path
“That friendly shimmered shadow”
When I close my eyes I feel it
A lonesome poem
Far far in the distance
Ink marks my steps
Mock away my shade
Write on this piece of canvas
What I couldn’t write again
Held by the thread
Of a borrowed thought,
A make-believe cliche
I walk the path of a warrior
Stepping on the ****** steps of death,
Let me whisper to myself in silence
“Could tonight let me forget?”
Forgive me for whats to come
Forgive myself, for I have failed,
I thought I could not break
But it turns out Im made of hay.
Let my sins burn tonight
A long flame by the candlelight,
Ill sip on one last drink
While you witness my last dream.
I walk next to the dust
So I can again dance in the stars,
That beautiful quiet painting
Starring at you and me in the dark.
Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 2:32 AM UTC
Silenced by the late hours
Of a long shower
By the whispers of a lonely owl
Walking close to a path
“That friendly shimmered shadow”
When I close my eyes I feel it
A lonesome poem
Far far in the distance
Ink marks my steps
Mock away my shade
Write on this piece of canvas
What I couldn’t write again
Held by the thread
Of a borrowed thought,
A make-believe cliche
I walk the path of a warrior
Stepping on the ****** steps of death,
Let me whisper to myself in silence
“Could tonight let me forget?”
Forgive me for whats to come
Forgive myself, for I have failed,
I thought I could not break
But it turns out Im made of hay.
Let my sins burn tonight
A long flame by the candlelight,
Ill sip on one last drink
While you witness my last dream.
I walk next to the dust
So I can again dance in the stars,
That beautiful quiet painting
Starring at you and me in the dark.
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