Dying For Life
With the chill of lonely hearts
The empty past where I would start
Is there something I’ll create?
Anything but an empty fate
Never meant to be this way
It was the dead light and disgrace
Breaking through a mirror’s stare
It flips around and I care
Something in the dark of day
Something in the silent haze
Everything is too alive
Something glowing in the night
In empty worlds I see the life
Your dead words speak sacrifice
There’s nothing here but I survive
Living for lost light
With the chill I call my home
By myself but not alone
There’s something here I will create
And I’m dying for life’s fate
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2008
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