A change of pace.
Sing to me a song to put me asleep
Sing to me of the wicked whom rest at my feet
Light me up a match for a story I will tell
About a girl and her dreams as she tumbled down a well
Forge me a note for my sanity
Blame it on my vanity
Ponder what I will at this white wall
Stare at me blankly as I trudge, as I crawl
For as you sit there and judge
About how I do not move, how I can not budge
I will stare with a smile back at you
And all the shit you were not put through
Open my mouth with nothing to come out
For people like you when they think of people like me have no doubt
That I will be going nowhere fast
That this ill fate I am being put through will have long last
There is no hope you give and no desire
You want to extinguish all I have left. All of my fire.
And as I slowly drown in your water I think
That stories like this are written in inedible ink
And I reader. I REFUSE. I refuse to sink.
So keep reading me.
For I refuse to trudge and I will crawl no more
This is what I was waiting for..
Revelation.