The Vigilante Of Clockwork

What I Almost Left

Dear Thoughts,

Bittersweet words from a friend who never cared,

And a hug so tight from a lost heart so far away,

All the books are closed,

All the innocent dreams are dancing where the nightmares stay.

Strings are snapped,

Bands tightly binding sleeves and skin,

I know the night sky a lot better then my own mind;

A simple written line held up by a pin.

The water is tempting,

Miles of racing air pulling at the ties,

Another day, another word, another problem,

Hours more of drowning in empty time.

The echo grows,

Give up.

It haunts, what I could do, what I've thought of,

Giving up.

To let go,

Of burning words and true promises,

Of a constant war and so many lessons,

Of him,

But also you.

All these days,

And just one doubt.

Victoria xX