The Last of the Black Words
Poetry is boundless, poetry is pain
all these writing words have come to you in vain.
They circle around a meaning but never stop,
trying to put a finger on it has driven me insane.
These words calm me down, but they're the last.
There's nothing of the Lord which I asked
that was actually reasonable. I don't deserve it.
Not when the true beauty of life in my words I have masked.
The end of a pointless journey has come to an end...
but it's helped me get past the many losses of friends.
Promises I keep, and until the evil is crushed
my words will stop flowing, they'll no longer float like dust in the winds.
What else is there to say?
all these writing words have come to you in vain.
They circle around a meaning but never stop,
trying to put a finger on it has driven me insane.
These words calm me down, but they're the last.
There's nothing of the Lord which I asked
that was actually reasonable. I don't deserve it.
Not when the true beauty of life in my words I have masked.
The end of a pointless journey has come to an end...
but it's helped me get past the many losses of friends.
Promises I keep, and until the evil is crushed
my words will stop flowing, they'll no longer float like dust in the winds.
What else is there to say?