A story conveyed mostly with emotion. |
In the darkest of hours In the gloom of the night It would seem that the end Is finally in sight Just looking around As the world seems to pause You fear not for yourself But the damage you cause The thoughts of the past You try to maintain But they run through your head Again and again You would give anything To undo this last hour But the truth is you can't And the fear starts to flower The world starts to blur This is all just a dream From which you can't wake And which seems so extreme You cannot escape This living nightmare Your blood starts to boil And your heart starts to tear But you stop yourself there For you can't change the past You realize it now And make this moment last You stand there confused Conflicted, constrained As your wrists start to glisten Constricted, contained The words that are said Speak of your own mistakes The dream starts to end And your body, it quakes What has just been done Was by your own hand But alas, you weren't there So you can't understand The lights begin to fade But the truth starts to shine It hurts me to say But this pain, it is mine It is my pain to bear It is mine and mine alone They were my own actions For which I must atone I sit there in calm Among others, all hushed I look on, confused At spirits, uncrushed What sets me apart From the others in here? I know this is not me And I do shed a tear The pain, and suffering The loathing, remorse I can't change my past Only find a new course There is much I regret But not much I fear For without my past I would not be here You do not know me By simply first glance But you have an idea From this story of Chance |