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Creek in the sheets
My heart begins to sink
As my skin begins to quiver
I've been swept to the brink
By regrets flowing like a river
So what am I to think
As the cold world let's me shiver
Stains mark like ink
Where pain became a fissure
There's no one else to blame
As my blood begins to simmer
And against this waking shame
No nightmare could be so bitter
So I fold up the remains
Of a story I can't consider
My hallowed soul can't bare
What can't be washed away
Because even in deepest prayer
There's words I just can't say
So if I'll never clear the air
Then I know I just can't stay stay
The bed is wet
My heart's aflame
I cannot forget
What time erased
Memories are set
And the feelings won't drain
So I'll make a bet
Against the rain
One last cigarette
And I'll be unchained
Copyright ©
Esha Jori
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