The waves of past lives pull me back
Towards a shore of true desperation.
To synthesize a past,
When a true way to analyze is unknown.
The choices I have made and create;
Chosen through pure desperation.
A lasting place of rot and decay,
To borderlines of worlds; shadowed and cold.
Beyond boundaries of skies and stars
Ripped and shattered, frayed hearts.
The finale of the final act is the introduction,
A beginning to a dank and dark end.
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
Thơ caI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
