Words as I fall asleep
I cannot speak this life of shame.
The poison burns, Unrevealed inside.
No one knows the paths it took.
Like serpents sliver on branch and brook.
Time cannot be the healer here.
What was, what is, will always be.
No smile, no frown, just grey dark days.
All is the same, till this journey ends.
Such waisted time, I hear your thoughts.
But this was cast so long ago.