Ever get the feeling
The earth closing in round
Ever know that chilling
That comes with those sounds
You know the pain
You know the hate
But I have lain
Into the hands of fate
I'm over for now,
Holding tightly to what hates me
I'm figuring how,
Even in the dark, I still see
It seeks the sun,
Its raidiant light
It seeks the moon,
High in the night
What Have I seen?
What have I known?
I can tell you've been,
I can tell you've shown
(short poem, kinda sucks, I really need to start writing again)
