Vajavoda

One More Last Sunrise

This depression is like my shadow
Always whispering to me with lies
With time I watch it grow
My sanity is its prize

No matter where I try to go
Behind me, it always spies
Like a tormenting crow
Laughing from the skies

Every wishful thought I throw
Goes up and simply dies
Then down it will flow
Like tears from my eyes

That run down below
And become my demise
In this cold they become snow
Slow me down and make me despise

Everything that I have come to know
From the lowest lows to the highest highs
To the point you just want to let go
And promise this will be the last sunrise.

  • Author: Vajavoda (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 24th, 2022 23:05
  • Category: Sad
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