Bright the dreary rain it pours,
nothing seems to be the same anymore...
As if i spoke too soon out of turn,
this displaced mask sears and burns...
I see a new face emerge from dust,
only to find myself in disgust...
broken eyes of mystic glares of insecurity,
brought me to my knees of all my impurity...
Daze a day that lasts an eve,
carry all your worries and draw them upon me...
I can see the rust begin to show,
Im growing old theres no more, i cannot grow...
hollow heart fills the hole,
once left by a saddened soul...
It eats my purest feelings that still lure inside,
it kills the fight i once had to provide....
for now i hide in ash and dirt,
only to be left here in such hurt....
raven kerns 12/6/10
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