Four is the beginning, Four is the End
Four different visions & four different deaths.
Will I wake again?...or willl this be my final brethe?
Sanity evades me, Hiding so quickly with movements that are so sleek.
I used to chase her, claw at her cape, but no longer to care to seek.
Fatigue sets in, I withdraw into myself and do not speak.
Four shades of the blinds, punish me now with lashings from the Sun.
I look away, can't get away. moment by moment I become further undone.
Yesterday is dead and gone, a wilted tree, a tuneless song.
You thre away an opportunity that your blind eyes will never see.
I've got a gun in my hand and I have a big plan and the bullets whisper sweet bliss.
the grass is always greener they say. I slowly mummify in this desert every day.
Every cloud has a silver lining and mines beginning to rust.
You are my poisoned cool aide.