Of All My New Intention
There's no doubt, by reason, my reason's in doubt
I stayed up all night 'til my demons came out
I let my indulgence seep into my skin
And, looked for Deception to hide my heart in
Yet, selling my sorrow is all that I'd known
In All My Intention, my heart is alone
Pretending that I could still bury my past:
My ghosts had returned to provoke me, at last
But, oh how it seems disenchanting to feel
Will Fear every find me, and know I am real?--
There's something in sorrow which makes it like Home
I'm so far beyond you, with no road to Roam...
Copyright © Adam Kinsley | Year Posted 2016
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