The Day Of The Marching Thoughts Poem by frosted fire

Propellers in the sky
I know you can’t deny
For I have seen the fall
Flying in my hall

Your mother isn’t nice
I know you saw her twice
You have to keep your sword
Always near your door

My father said to me
‘why aren’t you like me? ’
‘ I really am like you ‘
But today I feel so blue

Forgotten souls like this
Should be treated more like this
Too many signs I saw
In a car or in a bar

Sleep is my escape
My one and only grave
Tomorrow’s just a day
I’m sure you have to pay

I need a thing that’s pure
That’s the only thing, I’m sure
Keep seeking all the land
In my heart and in my hands

The light in my candles
You really couldn’t handle
The darkness in my soul
It made you feel so poor

Do I want to build a tower
Or just hold your flowers
Doubt is in my mind
Do I like this human kind?