bleeding skies of flaming gray
No source of light, but light remaining
this is the space you left me;
this is what I lay below
tired of the mess that hangs above;
dense, aged tangles of misinterpretation
Rootless, false in nature;
From birth, a blindly binding desperation
stationary in the sky
while I waited. I watched from shadows and chains
while this vessel called opportunity
fell under your will
which was nothing more than panicked apathy
Blindfolded, mouth frozen in a silent scream;
My weak spots you're feeding;
my strengths, ignoring.
You make me sick.
You're cowardly and senseless
And somehow I let you stick around;
blind and invisible.
Tell me your time is over;
I wished you down but you'll not fall.
This barren world's where you belong,
not in my sky. |
Submission Name: Reviler for the sphere
