• No Rest For The Wicked

    by  • September 9, 2015 • * Safe for Work *, Waxing Poetic • 0 Comments

    Think I’ve had enough

    I must find my way

    I’ve fallen off the edge to find that I’ve gone blind
    You were leading me astray

    You haunt me like a ghost, and that scares me more then anything

    There you are, the devil on my shoulder

    I see your smile, as the flames around me grow colder

    How can I believe in what I have?

    For a little confidence, I’ll reach for your hand
    Don’t take it
    I’m trying to make it on my own

    I feel it in my bones,
    Any minute now this train of thought will leave the station
    My impatience will come out to play

    You’ve turned out to be, the only face I see

    Running through these empty hallways I can tell that I am not alone
    You spin a web in every room and try to break the backbone that I’ve grown

    Will I make my own path, or wander where I’m thrown?

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