Twelve years ago on a day unknown
I fled the city where I had grown...
The room is quiet, save for the ticking
The ticking of a clock that won’t wait...
Concrete gravestones are shackles upon my soul
I’m trapped in this endless loop with nowhere to...
Twelve years ago on a day unknown
I fled the city where I had grown...
I was told that it was a beautiful day
However my mind offered no words to say...
Despair savages a defenseless heart
Previously weakened from months apart...
Simple threads when wound |
The wind whispers through the willow trees |
Writer's block, writer's block |