04-28-2011, 01:50 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-01-2011, 02:58 AM by BlackChaos.)
As I write this, my arms weigh heavy on me,
Not the burden of thought, rather the exhaustion and fatigue.
But this is what I wanted, my last remaining trebs,
That last vestige of energy I need to pick up the pen.
When my mind wears out of all thought, all I'm left,
Is my heart pouring out through ink on my bereft,
My soul churning out light where there once was darkness.
My dreams, far fetched, leap out of my conscience.
Its like every part of my body screams out in pain,
Yet all my cries of anguish reverberate in vain.
So I turn to you to relieve me of this torment,
All I need is a second, a minute, a moment.
You come to me and heal, breath life in me like rain,
And where once was darkness, light shines once again.
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Author's Note: Wrote this at literally 3 in the morning. Couldn't go to sleep till I wrote it down. Excuse me if I made any spelling errors. I was waaay to sleepy to proof read.
Not the burden of thought, rather the exhaustion and fatigue.
But this is what I wanted, my last remaining trebs,
That last vestige of energy I need to pick up the pen.
When my mind wears out of all thought, all I'm left,
Is my heart pouring out through ink on my bereft,
My soul churning out light where there once was darkness.
My dreams, far fetched, leap out of my conscience.
Its like every part of my body screams out in pain,
Yet all my cries of anguish reverberate in vain.
So I turn to you to relieve me of this torment,
All I need is a second, a minute, a moment.
You come to me and heal, breath life in me like rain,
And where once was darkness, light shines once again.
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Author's Note: Wrote this at literally 3 in the morning. Couldn't go to sleep till I wrote it down. Excuse me if I made any spelling errors. I was waaay to sleepy to proof read.