A Long Night In Sanitarium
You talk so cold and precise
Verbally I can't express myself
Body language alone would tell you I'm a nervous mess
So can I extract my dirty secrets to you?
Just for you can stab me in the back
I should have known better
Did the predictable thing and fell over heels
Tell the mortgage cremate my body
When the Equinox comes for me
She defines hope in my eyes
Please keep the tone of your voice softly
I don't want to get upset and strain my heart strength
I know it's my fault I left my heart vulnerable
The hardest part about this is I'm giving up on bettering myself
Taylor Crowshaw
Sat 10th Nov 2018 06:34
This is dark full of hesitation and fear, but I do sense hope waiting to be announced..?