The feeling of fear draws a blanket,
Pray for this night to wake up in the dawn.
I am scared of the dark.
I am scarred to the soul.
I smell the ashes in the air,
Of my own jealousy inrapt.
I look above for an angel to fall,
beyond the skies from a painted white galaxy.
The stars shine their heat upon me,
But I am not as cold all the way through,
getting there,
Waiting to get there.
Cant make it through.
Th heaven knows I am miserable now,
Please lift the veil of dark overhead,
and shine your light down on me tonight.
2 comments:
Sometimes it better to stay in dim light and keep working ahead, brightness blinds us, sometimes.
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