The call of winter beckons me
But all I want is to be free
Of expectations, of constraints
Free of your world's awful taint
Free to live the way I want
But still I see my life you haunt
Never ever letting go
This coldness all I seem to know
Sunshine still eluding me
Chained here to this woeful tree
I'm tired with no will to fight
Resigned to stay here in the night
I fall asleep, I hear you laugh
The haunting from my darkened past
Do your worst, for I don't care
I'm never going anywhere
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