18 October 2009

Chaos Abounds

Everything is spinning out of control, no sense of direction
  He only whispers Relax
Fortune frowns on one soul today, the days stretch into weeks
  The whisper is I am here
Resources running thin, no stability in sight. Things always changing, no daylight
  Trust yet remains, however thin it may be
Lost, vunerable, wounded, and confused; these are the colors of the changing season
  The whisper, You are Mine

What to do, where to turn?
           do I run? Hide? Fight? or sink

Darkness were is your release?

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