akiranostes1

I been walking these days, longing for rest Battled so long, scarred all over my chest But the freshest wound is deep The pain alone, defeats purpose of sleep And each day, I cry inside Horse, dead, I no longer ride Each day, a new struggle, each night, prayer in spoofs Looking for anything, virtues or truths I wage war, but the victor is madness Other than my enemies, I wander in loneliness I feel the time to end is near So in this ravine, I give into my fear As I wake, all I can see A waltzing wonder, beloved beauty She wears silk, that does reveal All a man truly desires to steal Is it a vision, or a siren attack She sees