Sun rising in a cold gray mourn,
Of all the sins I adorn,
Wearing like ribbons of fame,
keepers of the battlefield set aflame.
Towards the past, we ride,
a time that refuses to hide.
Onto the curve of stagnant dimensions,
anything to relieve this tension.
And if I sleep now…
When I will awaken, will it come shaking,
can you show me how?
To wake to the world, shedding all this pain?
That makes me rain, it’s all the same,
Yet I deserve the blame…
What better way to make sure you wake up in shame, call my name.
Fresh day or another round of sin,
No matter, either way, I can’t win for
The thousand times I ignored
the passage of time forever ticking,
blood from long old wounds trickling.
I run from the past you see,
just anything to set me free,
But the truth turns to lie,
Every time I force another to die.
And if I sleep now…
When I will awaken, will it come shaking,
can you show me how?
To wake to the world, shedding all this pain?
That makes me rain, it’s all the same,
Yet I deserve the blame…
What better way to make sure you wake up in shame, call my name.
–Thomas Spychalski
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