Hey, I got my words back!
What Darkness could I create
that could compete
with night sky?
And these tears hold no sorrow
when soft rain mingles
to put sadness to sleep.
To know that sorrow is an empty sin
like night before day's first whisper,
and wars must be
for the mists to tumble foward in their eternal song.
What muttered words of sympathy
I feed my soul
Hypocrisy clings to my twirling tale.
If I am who you think me to be
then so be it
but if I am not who I thought myself to BE
Im something other that I create.
I paint myself black on this sordid day
spiteful to my true self
hidden away in her catastrophic pose
she waits for ms sorrow to subside.