Goodbye
Last toll, the bells call to midnight
I bid a final farewell to the moon
time has left me in abandonment
dear darkness, I shall succumb soon
Goodbye to the maker's mark
a blight often hidden from sight
tempting fate of the afflicted
offering gifts up to the night
Goodbye to the pain and indignation
to those that open up closing wounds
good day to the light and adoration
dear darkness, I shall succumb soon
words, worthless, wither with the worry
gone, the song, no longer in a hurry
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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