Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Seconds
08/05/2014
 
My child-like re-creation of romance
Brings to my soul a sensation of brokenness
For things of beauty aren’t made to last
And now that their gone,
I yearn to feel their hands
 
There’s something out there, waiting for you
I can see eyes gleaming, in the glow of the moon
I want to protect you, from this imminent doom
But the night is bizarre
and the light is consumed
 
From the unborn babes,
to the skeletons below,
I can see the clouds forming in the hands of ghosts
I can feel the hours growing longer and getting slower
As the ax is cutting the heads off scapegoats
 
I pray that love will save us,
Save us this shining night
And that there may be redemption for a failing light
Just as there is a pace for those who have no past
a single second may remain
That a memory might last

 

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