allies outside
Somethings on my radar/a booming glow of life/aching to be freed/from these chains we call strife. Can it be that my soul is ruined, and cast aside in burning pain, for no other reason, than the pasts lurid game? Free me from this life, in one blinding wave, I sit alone drowning. Just me, with my word's spilled like blood, and noise from a bleeding bud. An ugly rose cast aside, a flower fading in my tide. This night is full of dead music and distant laughter, blackened skies and the life-ever-after. Forever in misery is this tale, like a journey set to fail. Setting apart the days, is a worry that plays, never resting peacefully, in all lurid ways.