Gravitational Lock

GRAVITATIONAL LOCK You walk the night, and the crazies are there, all of your life you've been living your lie. Everyone knows why the sun goes no where, it just sits there, and it's waiting to die. You will be cold, but your dark is the thing freezing your mind, where no light can be found. Gravity keeps, you'll stay younger than spring, but in your cold, there is death all around. Never to die, is a place for the dead, you are my sin, I'm your gravity lock, when you're alone, has become, in your head, now and again, through each minute you walk.      Letting you go would be letting you die,         letting you die, would be living a lie © ron wilson aka Vee B'Dosa the doylestown poiet