The nightmares and the insomnia have come back
As have the devils and their deviled fantasies
After all this time they tell me once again exactly how I crack
How my own very Sun fails
How I terror right through my Self
So I travel through this world with a torch
That I hold onto, knowing it breathes
Everything I want and desire
Knowing how I feel and believe and love
And despite all of this
All of the waking and dreaming of
Desperation
It seems I still breathe, still breathe
Through the chest of death
Holding onto the torch of love
M.M.
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