So here I sit within the shadows
The gloom I hope to mask my ordeal
The visor of that which lies ahead
Beyond the life I thought I knew.
So here I sit within the shadows
My desire to hide from deriding eyes
The jeering judgment of my dismay
The chaos of my abject existence.
So here I sit within the shadows
And cry that end would procure my agony
That mellow eternity of dismal hush
Where echoes of tortuousity no longer reach.
So here I sit within the shadows
With wishes of sentimental preclusion,
To hinder the savagery of my tale
The memoir too long I even question.
So here I sit within the shadows
I beseech thee nature, accede my defeat
Where lies within, an eternal request
That I see again those sweet, sweet eyes.
