i am a still pendulum.
swaying nor left or right.
watching over you has been an endless ordeal.
and right when i covered my eyes and wounds,
life laughs at me for thinking i would heal.
damned if i do,
and damned if i don't.
cant set the past to ashes
cant set it ablaze
again i try to cover my despair with my long dull lashes
not a single melody could keep me satisfied,
nor a poem, book, play, or a prayer to the lord.
if i don't find peace within my bones
and ease with my demons,
i will stay locked in a maze that i have drawn.
