Unfinished
I believe I’m frail
This empty trail
Is one big shallow missery
The cotton grass
The hour glass
Is my mischief
When they won’t let me be
I’m staying down this circumstance
Under vindicated hands
They trace me up to see me
dreaming for the sun to rise
Wil they realize?…
You are as beautiful as the
midnight rose
the hour grows
when your away…
I feel as pitiful as an
abandoned ring
the painful stings
from my prey…
I saw you
And you became my conquest
I tried believing I was free
But as of this moment, I’m a cynic
Tired of this lame hypocrisy
