Powers Unbreakable Hours Uncountable
Plus the infinitity
To the endless
Mess we left
Holding folding
Pieces together
Maybe this will
Make it better
Or make it less
I'm trying
'Cause it's all
That's left
I'm finding
Ways to take it
And make it work
But it's hanging
By a thread
I'm fighting real
Hard to let this
Go and not
Hold it above
Anyone's head
But powers
And hours
Never take a rest
Damned from the
Beginning
An unholy mess
Maybe just maybe
Cleansing this
Will help us somehow
From waking in
Tomorrow's disaster
Of ifinite hell
Copyright © Charissa Gonzalez | Year Posted 2010
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