the night shadows dance to your pain, playing the tune of hurtful memories beckoning closer, to that numerous amount of torment, the abusive soverin you make of me, calm waters and still lakes wash away the years nightmares of distant sorrow. shall i be your shelter in the coming battle? will you trust in me with your fragile beliefs in hope and not dout the lost future that is caught in a web of direr confusion? i am yours to soothe, yours to calm in the still waters of moon lit pools...
Comments
Viewing 2 of 2 comments.