Exile Pt. Ii 28/9/09 Poem by Scott Daniels

Optimistic music still mocks me
Jingling in my ears
I'm too miserable to enjoy it because
I'm aged beyond that girls years
Promises of hope burn my eyelids
Because I know they'll be unfulfilled


I know it has to end one day
It'll all come to a halt.
Lord I'm thankful for that,
But you know someone,
Somewhere, will take my place
How I pity the fool!


As the pen still writes
Rigor mortis sets into my hand
Oh the chimes they ring!
Of the joys tomorrow will bring
Echoing into the dark abyss
That exists inside my skull

This burden weighs too much

Too much.

One day

I will

Be free