Shattered Sunlight
The memory strikes the day
The darkness comes to play
Where everything I say
Is not enough, my sunlight has to pay
With everything undone
No place left to run
Another bullet in the gun
For all I am; for hiding from the sun
A shadow in my dreams
For years I’ve planted seeds
My presence a disease
My perfect plan, uprooting all I see
The darkness calls my name
Your beauty just a game
Deception born from shame
I can’t give up until you feel the same
My memory of the light
Hopes some day that you might
Run away, before I steal your sight
But memories of my way
Now shattering the day
And I would scream aloud, but only for your pain
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2010
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