Friday, October 12, 2012

Grasp

I can no longer grasp
What I need is some saving
Take my hand and clasp
One day could I be a maverick or a maven?

Do I prefer what's solid, or just the shade
Both body and soul dwell in a dark place
Nullify the pain so it may one day fade
Please light up my face

Haunted by angels of ill
Nighttime reigns upon its dark and lethal throne
Thoughts of  loneliness and death perpetually fill
All with an utterance of a sad and chilly tone

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