Description
There he lays in a darkened room, beyond the reach of God's faith wounded, broken, shattered, with the remains of his souls betrayal. And as he and I stand together,our lives being based upon the lines we vowed unto each other, that the sacred ties we face would never fray. Still I sit here and allow myself to tell lies, while watching him die everyday. The innocence of my heart is bought and sold in the name of the damned and the rage of me is left silently cold. Though plead for him to forgive me, for I know not what I do. He stands alone with a pill to make him numb and the needle to help him hide the hurt he knows us true. He tries to bear the scares to deep to hide behind his fears of losing all that he is. Even though they' re already gone and buried deep within, the carcasses will be soon searching for a soul. He said he would never hurt, he would be there, hold me, and store the ships before it hits the storm. He said he'll never let me down but the horse stampedes and rages in the name of desperation takes over him. Paranoid delusions, they haunt him. He uses the needle to numb the pain, to dumb his senses; unfortunately, all the drugs in this works can even say him from his self. One of the of the days the sun will rise again, the darkened room will be lightened. The frost of the earth will melt away, the cold stone of heart will be thrown away. The creations of colors will seem to fade away. And the sickly hands of time will write your final rhyme, and end the long hard road of desperation. The stampedes will slow their marks. The delusions will find a heart. The carcasses will drift away. The scares will heal in time. And the hurt will crystalize while rage will crumble to dust. I never thought you let it get this far, but now your gone. The sickly hands have stricked, to mark you final destination. Leaving your precious angels silent and cold.
In A Darkened Room (Interracial Love)
