In Other Words, I Miss You
riding a dark cloud now
wanting to be free while stroking the lightning bolt
acid rain words constructs changes only hell can withstand
my yearning and its passion runs every direction and blueprint of my brain
when i function, i am a conman stealing the angelic wings of truth
to avoid burning further, you find the inspiration to become stronger
by the time the light is all crystal clear, all of my accounts have been fully drained
now the dark cloud gallops in, and i am impervious to the reaper's wrath
it all feels like a new lifetime of walking in an endless desert of shame and regret
the only option now is definitive death
in other words, i miss you....
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014
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