
Dying Fire
This distant roar
It's in my head
The warmth within,
Has vanished
Once there was
Life,
In my eyes
A never ending flame
Once.
But now it seems
The fire has died,
Away.
And all I have
A distant roar
Of what once was,
My life's fire.
My darkened Heart
Scattered shadows
On the wall
Watch the long life
fall
Some impressions stay
And some will
Fade away
Gliding along
This passage
Of neverending
Life
When I'm trying
To survive
In this
Bleeding World
Only shadows can
Be
In my heart
So dark
Free Flying
I'm flying
Soaring somewhere
Don't know where I'll
Be going next
Just freedom
Knowing nothing
Not realizing what is real
It's great and
I like it
Just being and the same
Time not being
At all
No right choice
Why does it always seem
Like then was better
Like now is worse
Why does it always seem
Like I did the wrong thing
Like I made the wrong choice
Why does it always seem
That whatever I do
Fails.
Why does it always seem
Like it should stop
Like there is no right choice
Maybe I am
The wrong choice
Or maybe there isn't
A right choice
Ik heb er nog wel meer, maar die zet ik wel in een ander topic