(no subject)
i've spent what seems to be forever
trying to write to fade my pain
into the nothingness which is now me
some unknown disease
that refuses to be cured
refuses to be blocked out or forgotten.
the lines on my hands and freckles on my face
have faded and died as if with age
but really with hopelessness of me
with nothing to look forward to
nothing to hold on and fight for
except the eternal search for contentment.
but now you arrive and light the torch of hope inside me
and my fragile body, once limp and dying
now it feels warmth
now feels what was thought to be lost forever
and theres nothing else to do but hope
and hold on to the idea of a perfect tomorrow.
slowly allowing myself to wish and hope once again
that the dungeon of life, of which darkness had swallowed
may once again feel the heat of touch
once again hear the precious sound of laughter
live underneath the cold stare of eternity
but once again feel the delicate touch of love.
trying to write to fade my pain
into the nothingness which is now me
some unknown disease
that refuses to be cured
refuses to be blocked out or forgotten.
the lines on my hands and freckles on my face
have faded and died as if with age
but really with hopelessness of me
with nothing to look forward to
nothing to hold on and fight for
except the eternal search for contentment.
but now you arrive and light the torch of hope inside me
and my fragile body, once limp and dying
now it feels warmth
now feels what was thought to be lost forever
and theres nothing else to do but hope
and hold on to the idea of a perfect tomorrow.
slowly allowing myself to wish and hope once again
that the dungeon of life, of which darkness had swallowed
may once again feel the heat of touch
once again hear the precious sound of laughter
live underneath the cold stare of eternity
but once again feel the delicate touch of love.