Tortured Souls

Drudging at the foot of despondency I dwell floating in-between the far and the now too tired to stand knowing I'll be knocked back down kicked and beaten by my own inner beast a feast of undue proportion salted and dried a fortunate misfortune nipping at my wounds bleeding out failed opportunities bringing me eternal death for is that where my love lies in wait with one foot planted in the darkness the other eclipsing my moon trust me when I whisper I want you like a shadow needs her sun the wind blowing off the sea the clouds drifting away you drifting to me the sun will set in time but for now I let go of the mind and become free