Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Boo

Feel the clock beat on your back
As you pack your bag
You wonder if your sanity
Is something you ever had

And you wonder how the darkness
Panting at your door
Could drive a man to turn his back
And run for other shores

Pull your coat around your throat
But you just can’t fight them back
The guns, the tears, the whistling fears
As the future fades to black

And the things you love begin to fade
Though you try to hold on
As you grip the sands with aging hands
Til all that’s left is gone

--"Song of Sacrifice" by Scythian

Just how I'm feeling now. Not sure why I decided to post something after a year of not posting a thing.

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