Mar 06, 2007 03:18
Walking threw the fog things have lost their contrast, and form. Life seems oddly grey in every sense. It is as if someone threw up a dirtied old sheet. Many memories now sown in with the cloth beautiful but now only seen as dingy and grey. I feel I have become this sheet. Blue eyes once that I felt sparkled now feel cold and cobalt. Nothing shinnying inside them, it's all stopped. My breath is sucking in my throat besides my heart. Eyes feel heavy is desperation to take my mind somewhere else. Where he is alive, she is happy, and you. Ohh glorious you is holding me in your warm arms and spinning me under moonlight. Where we lay under heavy sunlight soaking into our bones. Lead me away till those dreams.
Soul of solider wounded on the battlefield. Screaming to be taken away from here. I remember how I use to be, and how tall I stood. Now I can't go on, I can even see the sky. I am wounded deep down inside. So I give up this fight. Just lead me away now, and if you must leave me laying here. No roads leading away from here. The sun had been covered, leaving me crawling in the dark. Fighting to leave this battle I crawl on. The suddenly a ray shines, not from the eclipsed sun but from the silver moon. Reminded me who I am, that cougar falls when you can no longer stand. But to remember what you are fighting for. What was always worth fighting for, and is a solider now.