with broken wings
a man drifts
in a barely prosperous boat
two seater with one lamp
alone on this blackened night
the moon shines
while handing his words
to the wind to carry off
so much sorrow
the stars
hide behind the darkness
no land in sight
destined to sail the seas
for all eternity
time lengthens
and soon disapeers
a sadness lurks
with his head down
he crys out
"I dream of angels,
but live with demons in the darkness,
from the depths of this pit,
here me lord,
save me,
save me from the confortness of misery,
for it is coming"
his fate is death
for he has so longed for
an answer, a release,
a wrinkle of hope,
a glimpse of the true light
he hides sheltered in his mind
crumbled in a corner
he crys that same cry again...
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