I Write Dark Poetry

UNTITLED

As I sit inside this echo, listening to my mind, I find
things don't ever stay the same, and I can't take back the time.

Sleep, it isn't coming. Peace it isn't there, nor here
Darkness; for me comes running, as I wrap up inside my fear.

There was a time when nothing mattered, everything was fine; In line.
But things don't ever stay the same, and I can't take back the time.

Stare into my eyes you'll see, in those windows to my soul, so cold
a coward borne of misery, and a man that grows too old.

Things don't ever stay the same, I can't take back the time
I'm sorry that it is this way, inside my tortured mind. I climb.



The Snowdog