The darkness hides these eyes that weep

I won't tell you what I was thinking and feeling when I wrote this.
I'll let you interpret it by the way you feel when you read the... poem

I might post it later, or in a personal message to you, if you request it.


UNTITLED.


This is the end...

of everything I have become
of everything my pain stems from
this is the end of an old life
I've taken my soul out from under the knife

Burned the bridges, long and wide
burned down homes, with friends inside
a shell of what it was
all for nothing; all just because

now I lay me down to sleep
the darkness hides these eyes that weep
finding comfort in the shadows on the wall
the silhouette of one and all

Shadows cast by both friend and foe
turn the lights on; and we will know
nothing is as it seems
when you base your life on nightmares and dreams

sit and listen, hear me out
no more shadows of doubt
this is the best I've been
I've given up and forgiven; I feel free

Free to shout; free to sing
free to give myself to everything
the enemy is my friend
close your eyes, this is the end