Impression

Pushed into a state of indifference I wander these haunted streets Proclaiming hope to the hopeless My feet are numb and weak Looking into my own shadow Seeing you killing me Tell myself that this is over Knowing that it will prevail Wounds cut open again and again The shame and the self-contempt Bruises worn with dignity Yet at night they will nourish Again A word of promise | a drop of faith Deep red this scarlet poison | swept in chains Our bodies they linger To serve the sovereign upper hand Solitude in tragedy In appraisal for an end Restless sleep in search for more The future holds escape Yet now is never far from here With her moment swept in pain How I long for the autumn rain... Please open the floodgates of heaven!