Take my pen, write this down?
As your inked thoughts, flow through me.
Like a rivering waterfall.
Flowing down through my heart.
Everything i see.
Haunting me with questions.
Burns to ashes, falls away now.
Inside of lies buried in me, why?
Hung thoughts are broken.
you can't kill.
Those already dead.
I try to disentangle, the thoughts,
that persistently plagued my mind.
Where come this gray we're in,
angels live like to induce writhe within.
I've been blinded by your light
for I've been lying awake at night,
praying for answers, to end this plight.
been hoping that im alright