Life
My heart cries,
Eyes remaining dry.
The swords.
I can feel the blood, but where is it?
Sorrows and rage,
Ravens with their wings swimming in skies,
When is the morrow?
00:12 and it's still yesterday.
I'm awake, but I am dreaming,
When I am asleep, I am not in a dream.
Sitting on wood, I am falling into the earth,
Blinded by the unanswered why,
Unaware of what question is right.
Time moves quickly, yet I can feel every grain.
I keep wondering what I am missing,
A remembrall isn't helping.
The veins in my brain hurt,
But I will be alright.
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The still yesterday line is amazing!
The madness always crawls out at the witching hour.