Midnight Solitude

"Midnight Solitude"



Solitude beneath midnight's sweet calling
Everyday clinging to a heart that's falling

Brushed with suffer every moment breathing
I asked my god what was the true meaning?

Could I be the chosen child in his eyes?
Instead of a burden trapped in the lies

Wishing for my legacy to never be blind
Trace down my bones buried by time

How often will I fall through the cracks?
Running from the devil thriving my past

Like a shot in the dark romanced in the panic
Remaining battered soul, sinks like the titanic

Rushing with passion hoping to save this life
My resistance refusing a surrender to the knife



The Punk Poet…
  Always Be Punk…
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   (On Poetry)