This is a tad on the dark and sad side. And after the 5th shot of vodka, figured I'd publish this bad boy. I have this sinking feeling most days about my "end". There is so much I want and need that always seems out of grasp or I'm not allowed to have for some reason. Oh well, here's to shot 6 and beyond lol.
In the twilight's hollow, where shadows play,
A depressing path unwinds its way.
Through valleys dark, I walk slow,
Where hope always fades, and fear always grow.
The wind whispers frightful sighs,
As night's cold grasp, my soul denies.
No stars above, no light below,
I stumble forward, with heart full of woe.
My footsteps echo through the night,
A lonely sound, devoid of delight.
Yet still I walk, though lost, angry and blue,
And pray for the dawn, to guide me through.
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