Struggle of Living

Sun, 12/29/2013 - 22:03 -- Blovern

Location

Where is this, 

This place full of eyes? 

Oh how they judge me,

Though they know not of the lies.

What is this, 

This place I don't belong?

No one will claim me, 

I must have done wrong.

When is this,

This moment I'm alone?

The silence bites deep,

It makes me shutter and moan.

Why is this,

This pain it hurts me?

Maybe I derserve it,

Yeah, must be.

Who is this,

This marvelous light?

He says "go with me" and I must,

It is time to take flight.

 

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