Let this darkness consume me
And I, I will embrace it
Whispers lingering along the tip of my tongue
Hardly able to speak...so old yet so young
Residue left from last morning’s dew
Intertwined with my tears and yes, perhaps I’m a fool
So what is this word...LOVE...that I use so frequently?
Hope and faith present in the heart
And in my perpetual mumbling
Yes, I am a romantic...I am one with this world
And the monotonous hums that speak of young girls
Young girls in love...so jaded...so lost...
We are mocked with the howling and laughter...never love? I will not
You speak your wise tales...I have heard of them all
The snickering...smug smiles...I see you wish I would fall
Fall into an abyss...filled with tumult, despair
Its true this life is unjust, immoral, unfair
But what shall I do, as I sit here confounded?
Nothing, fixed stares, while darkness devours me...
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