Soon it was dusk,
Purple blushes creeping over the fiery angsty hues,
I was afraid,
Everything was fading away,
It didn't matter where I came from,
I lost the place where I had to spend the night at,
My home is somewhere I have never been to,
And I have lost the way.
I clung on to losing moments,
The breaking pieces of my fading vitality,
Life is a bunch of accidents they say,
I guess I was hit by one too perfect.
I don't mind tearing up today,
I know I can only so much,
I am letting it go,
Sliding down this chute once and for all,
I have no choice,
I can't neither say nor can be heard.
You weren't meant to be caged
You were a bird I should have left free,
My roses carried thorns,
They pricked your fingers,
I wish I could heal them,
But I am inept, imbecile,
I could only stare mournfully at the flowers left behind.
Right or wrong,
Black or white,
Good or evil,
Intentions or results,
The dichotomy never seems to cease,
Drawing blood as the smooth papers hide the sneaky crease,
I wonder if I am good or bad,
Everything I do seems to just make everyone kind of sad.
The sense of finality looms,
My troubles are not over,
And I probably won't be home,
The awning wild has a place to house the meek.
The skies are clear,
The vestiges of the dying sunlight has all but faded,
The stars are lonely,
The moon hasn't shown up either.
All the tranquility,
All the contentment,
All the comfort,
Is finally coming to a horrid end,
I suppose everything can't go on forever and has to end,
Before I brace for the change,
I look up to heavens, and wish I was allowed a long pause,
I only had to ask,
What else could I have done wrong?