Random scribbles at midnight
Sometimes magick sparks a confusion in me
And the dust that settled turns to glitter in my eyes, shinning.
Sometimes reality questions my truth and I'm at the beginning of another end, Shivering.
Some paths are chosen, foolishly traveled, along with the pack.
Some paths appear from nowhere and seem all too familar as if I'm looking back.
Time haunts me with sorrows for the choices never made,
The tomorrows I cannot see.
The future seems too hazey and I cannot dream, nor sleep,
I can't get away from the magick and all it's beauty.
Silence enfolds and I begin to shake,
Reaching out for a simple glimpse,
Which path do I take?
It's Torture!!!
And the dust that settled turns to glitter in my eyes, shinning.
Sometimes reality questions my truth and I'm at the beginning of another end, Shivering.
Some paths are chosen, foolishly traveled, along with the pack.
Some paths appear from nowhere and seem all too familar as if I'm looking back.
Time haunts me with sorrows for the choices never made,
The tomorrows I cannot see.
The future seems too hazey and I cannot dream, nor sleep,
I can't get away from the magick and all it's beauty.
Silence enfolds and I begin to shake,
Reaching out for a simple glimpse,
Which path do I take?
It's Torture!!!
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