Friday, August 03, 2007

:: Endtime ::

at every turn and glimmer of hope
we falter and let our worries get the better of us
and i try to be strong
because i know i've been there
but it's just so fucking hard

and we get down on our knees
and cast our immortal pride aside
for just one night
just one more chance

in darkness we close our eyes
and we beg

profusely,

discreetly

for an answer
for a solution

and we even make the requests out
as mock challenges

what answers will tomorrow bring

the truth is that i don't know
and i'm afraid too

i find myself at wits end
i find myself consumed and weary of life
if all to cost for loving you

i still would give


just don't give up
because that has hurt me the most

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spoken. at 6:51 AM