Dignity, Atrocity, endless animosity,
Deafened by hate, blinded by greed,
All that you have is all that you need.
Never too late, but always too soon,
The sun will go down
With the approach of High Noon,
When the moon doth shine,
And the wind doth blow,
As the moment approaches,
You finally will know,
Of what I feel inside,
How I try, how I fail,
Locked without the key
In my own personal jail.
As a prisoner, I sit,
Fated to die,
My mind won't quit,
But I never ask why,
As I rot in my own prison,
Solemnly built of hate,
Blinded by chance,
Deafened by fate.

 
Copyright © shroudedpassion, All Rights Reserved