There is stillness in my mind, a
place where the tick-tock of the clock is painfull. It is a moment
that brings my fears to a silent lull.
The whispers that I hear take my weary life and ends my pain. The
image I see, drains the sin from my blood and keeps me sain, even in
this hell you still never fail to lull me.
I am sinking deeper in this heaven of demons, like a lost ship at
sea. When I fall my last fall, will your hands catch my soul from the
black weary waves.
Author notes
This is a old poem.
