piratedog

Whats wrong?

I am abandoned to this desolate ground that lies beneath me.
It is unwavering, despite my pounding.
Without wings today, I am left here.

I am withering in a state between love and indifference.
Where daggers are dulled by the days passing by.
Sensations are deluded by stranger's prodding...
Penetrating my mind, this time.

And I plead with the darkness...
Bring back my peace, if there was any
Bring back some stillness, the calm
Without such relief
I am left here