I feel dread rising in my heart
Fatigue in my soul
Searching I seem to be
For answers that can’t be told.
Questions
Questions
Questions
Running through my head
Does my heart feel
Or has it fallen like the dead?
I feel dread rising in my heart
Fatigue in my soul
Searching I seem to be
For answers that can’t be told.
Questions
Running through my head
Does my heart feel
Or has it fallen like the dead?
If I had not met you
I would still be in a world
I built around me.
In darkness
in a castle
a tower
a moat
far from Civilisation.
A Civilisations I thought I had to fit in.
I bore my soul but hid my shadows.
I remember that place
where I scratched my walls
screaming but hiding.
I flaunted my pain
but it was not my pain alone
but the worlds.
The mind dictates good intentions but the heart flounders.
The heart is a fickle thing.
It wants all but expects so little.
Haunted with wisps of memories best left faded in the deep.
Longing for shadows of a past bliss shrouded with misdirection.
– wilnako