She takes my heart for a lifetime,
And gives me hers for a second.
This hourglass makes Time so slow,
Yet this incident makes life fade to an end.
The train station crowded with strangers,
And none of them are even close to being you.
I’m sick of all this pain and sorrow,
I’m sick of being here without you.
She still has the broken pieces of me.
The True Light
I write as the light as never been written,
But I write a proper truth,
In saying that light is nothing more,
Than the corrupted image of youth,
And light has never shone itself on my face this day,
As I sit here now only dark is here to embrace,
That is not much of a troubling fate,
For I see that light is only twisted darkness,
Only disguised by an ironic smile.