Dormacy Through the Strife
I am the Pharaoh
and you are my sparrow
piercing my heart
like the point of an arrow
good times, bad times
and the in between
all this for you
forever my queen
I ride the night train
like a vandal, restless
a certain night air
keeps me cool calm and collected
somewhat expressive
sometimes hard to find
a reason, to believe in
and keep me in line
For the tribulation
I receive little glory
thats not the moral
but the principal of the story
a foundation for tales
taller than mount Ararat
I carry my ghosts
no matter where I'm at
in life the up or the down
it all seems to be enough excitement
to keep me around
A pleasant smile flashes
keeps my heart warm
a question makes me fascist
like an unpredictable storm
I see what the math is
all adding to disaster
a controlled destruction
brings an end to this chapter
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2012
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