The days are getting darker
I've long since wondered how
Dreams had sooner seeped
From my nights into my now

It's been a time since crisis
Has snatched the one I was
Memories are seldom clear
But do never part for love

A year’s but a step, a turn, a glance
To one who's seen more years
But youth does lengthen moments lost
As does blood and tears

And both I've seen in a stretch of time
Seems stolen from my days
Just a book of poems and mirroring scars
To show for all the ways

All the ways I've grown
All the ways I've lived
All the ways I've learned too much

All the ways I've spun; but you turned away
Just a few memories to clutch

that leaves me here in the fading light
I'm feeling what's been said
Wounds quieted, only partially healed
Simply brings out grey from red

There's time enough to count the scars
And see if it's come along
Read poems begotten of anger that fill
The pages scrawled upon

Time enough to sit still in the dark
And cry out the last of the pain
To sort out the autumn from winter and spring
To stop pushing away the blame

The hopes of many died here
But there must life beyond
An image of tarnished potential, still,
Can nearly seal these bonds

But still I’m here; though my spring is cold
I’m feeling what’s been said
At this crossroad there’s still a chance
To fight away the red

_________________
You can chase away my shadows
Your voice will heal me again
Someday I can make sense of this darkness
And forget the bitter side of Pain

_________________
Chase a couple hearts, we could leave 'em in shreds
Meet me in the gutter, make the devil your friend
Just remember what I said, cause it isn't over yet

Get.Lost.In.The.Dark.To.Find.Yourself
-sig by Loafers-