Prospect

In this near future I’ll never die I must never open my eyes to cry In this near future It seems I have cursed this presence of life I have placed doom Upon any courtesy of essence due to what’s right Your angel of light One flash A simple loan of your most treasured belongings And in my vaults of anguish shall rest your ash Messiah of arched smiles I’ve carried this burden For time has been measured “a while” Summon me perched in hurt I have searched for the warmness within your smirk Beyond my pieced together songs My emptiness lurks Never the less it’s all in further efforts Yet in this near future I’ll never die I must never open my eyes to cry In this near future Disaster shall not be worn Therefore the pieces of this song You shall not mourn