one thirteen

I woke up today and nothing could be seen nothing but grey.
My teeth started to chatter my faith ran away.
Left alone here left here to stray.
Left with nothing as my dreams dissipate.
Sick of this life sick of this hand sick of dusting off the sand.
Sick is the mother not sick is the man sick is the son that was left to wonder the land.
Dreams cant be touched dreams cant be seen dreams are there to rip themselves away.
So comfort your ways and grow close to sin,
this boat I can not row my dreams will never win.
For there is only one life one body one soul forever rotting.
Because you could never see never reap never be what you saw in your sleep.
The morning comes to rob me of my peace and the angel that I see beneath.
This time where I rest to gain mind and strength and the will to go length.
Is forever robbed forever tainted taken away from the Made.
But this life I must live a chance I must give,
before you I kneel
I could never pray but I can write how I feel