Grey.
My soul is as grey as the sins I inhale everyday.
Trying so hard to dissolve the things that make me hate me.
Trying to burn away my entire life.
To snuff it out as if it shouldn’t have been.
As if I should never have existed.
My heart aches from the blistering cold that I keep it in.
But I’m still afraid to remove it from its prison.
Because before it can get better it’s going to hurt even more.
Before it can feel pleasure it must swell with pain.
The pain has endured for too long.
My mind aches to feel love’s hands gentle caress.
To have love control its raging darkness.
To have light poured into it once more.
But perhaps love no longer counts it a friend.
And in this friendless existence it will remain.
Till time becomes eternity.
And my graying soul slumbers.
I shall ne’er find that which I seek.
And once more I am accursed.
Yet still I wait.
By: Jeron Barclay.
My soul is as grey as the sins I inhale everyday.
Trying so hard to dissolve the things that make me hate me.
Trying to burn away my entire life.
To snuff it out as if it shouldn’t have been.
As if I should never have existed.
My heart aches from the blistering cold that I keep it in.
But I’m still afraid to remove it from its prison.
Because before it can get better it’s going to hurt even more.
Before it can feel pleasure it must swell with pain.
The pain has endured for too long.
My mind aches to feel love’s hands gentle caress.
To have love control its raging darkness.
To have light poured into it once more.
But perhaps love no longer counts it a friend.
And in this friendless existence it will remain.
Till time becomes eternity.
And my graying soul slumbers.
I shall ne’er find that which I seek.
And once more I am accursed.
Yet still I wait.
By: Jeron Barclay.
Copyright Jeron Barclay 2007
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