MercenariesofMidgar
Life is but a dream from death.
- Nov 30, 2024
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The weight of days,
A fleeting breath, an empty stare.
The gift of life, a cruel disguise,
Undeserved for one like I.
To be empty air, to drift away,
To throw it all away.
I tear through hearts, leave grief untamed,
A curse I wear, a soul inflamed.
I do not wish to make you weep,
Yet drag you down into the deep.
I run away
To find some peace
but leave ruin
Upon my release
To throw it all away,
To sever ties, to flee, betray.
Forgive the weight I made you bear,
Forgive my wounds you could not spare.
I know you love me, I know you care,
But I am lost beyond repair.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
To throw it all away,
To leave ruin in my wake.
At night, wide awake,
Wishing it were all a mistake.
To end this dream,
To slip away,
To close my eyes,
And hush my cries.
I love this world, its light, its skies,
But I am the thing I most despise.
A fleeting breath, an empty stare.
The gift of life, a cruel disguise,
Undeserved for one like I.
To be empty air, to drift away,
To throw it all away.
I tear through hearts, leave grief untamed,
A curse I wear, a soul inflamed.
I do not wish to make you weep,
Yet drag you down into the deep.
I run away
To find some peace
but leave ruin
Upon my release
To throw it all away,
To sever ties, to flee, betray.
Forgive the weight I made you bear,
Forgive my wounds you could not spare.
I know you love me, I know you care,
But I am lost beyond repair.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
To throw it all away,
To leave ruin in my wake.
At night, wide awake,
Wishing it were all a mistake.
To end this dream,
To slip away,
To close my eyes,
And hush my cries.
I love this world, its light, its skies,
But I am the thing I most despise.
