12-30-2012, 03:33 PM
My hands lie to where I view;
Of where I see dark's fade.
There, I see my dispicable hue.
For I can welcome my crumbling fate.
And to naught I see my death,
I lay in darkness where all is night.
Therefore, I close my eyes hoping for a last breath,
And the bright beauty of light.
Finally; to where I think of end,
I wake to view a grim fate.
Eternal darkness with an unforgettable trend,
That imprisones me with all I dare hate.
Now, I must escape,
Or I will not live to see another day.
Of where I see dark's fade.
There, I see my dispicable hue.
For I can welcome my crumbling fate.
And to naught I see my death,
I lay in darkness where all is night.
Therefore, I close my eyes hoping for a last breath,
And the bright beauty of light.
Finally; to where I think of end,
I wake to view a grim fate.
Eternal darkness with an unforgettable trend,
That imprisones me with all I dare hate.
Now, I must escape,
Or I will not live to see another day.
