• In the days i wait,
    the wails of them linger,
    what of the pace thats a blur?

    in the weeks i hate,
    the walls do not fall,
    what of the undying mist?

    In the time that fails,
    the calls in the distant fate,
    what of the sinister thoughts?

    In the dark i wait for my day of salvation to come for i know that i must fight for my way of thought, it does not seem like the world will like the sky i look into yet i know too that i must choose my own course of action and in time i will know what to do.