He's fading, indifferent to everything real
desperately crying for less pain to feel...
They fly around
day in - day out...
My name is hope
and i am just four...
Some people may talk of their path through life
or maybe their broken road...
He creeps in the night
he has no life...
The ...'s are pauses.. you have to read it with...
It hurts...so bad...
I know not where to run or hide
It's chasing fierce and still...
I tried to be passive and throw up my wall
say, "No men shall pass,"...
You're my beauty, my terror
my dark and my light...
Man, those dang crushes
they burn holes in our hearts...
The prey is near
this is its chance...
Oh, father time
with his beard long and white...