~ I hate this feeling I get when i sit and wait
anticipate the frost that fate has set in wake
on the horizon looms doom and gloom
can’t get a break as I try to erase my past
hastily as strife marches, on with life so earnestly
distraught
I can’t take the pressure, this darkness is boiling under
every breath I take it’s like the very first, yet last
trying to make sense of it all, spewing out words
that I form which seems to make no sense at all
even by my own disconcerted accord
a dark harmonious tragedy held together by
suspect emotions and healf hearted pleas
appeals as he tries to steal some peace by
writing these theses ~
