The Fall
Cold and chilled
seeking ...unwilled
taking each step carefully
looking, yearning,
my soul burning
can't find what I'm searching for.
No time, no open door.
Lost, not found,
no ties, no bounds,
Lost in a heartless world.
Time passes too quickly...fast
Slow down, I'm running...
Out of time, energy, the will
to keep searching..
For you, for me, for it all
For Eternity.
Lost love, lost hate, lost everything...
It's too late.
For you, for me, for it all
Goes too easily.
Slipping, away like the night
Slipping away, the grasp is not tight.
Too little, too late.
I am feeling so irate.
Are the years quickly passing?
I lost it all, not fasting.
Eating the fruits of labor,
not quenching
not filling
lost ... not willing
to keep up the fight.
A losing battle
I'll never win.
Not today...
Not tonight.
Giving up too easily
It's really not that hard.
Losing sight of it all
I'll not recover from this fall.
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