The Nightmare Lives to Burn
The nightmare lives to burn, While slowly, my heart will turn, But how can I let go, It's the grasp my hands have learned to know,
Forever wondering what one must do, Or can do, While steadily on, the nightmare burns,
Too deep to see any sky above, But I can't find my footing, how can this be love? I hold my grasp, strong, for it's all I know, How can I simply just let go,
Each memory remains, so strong and true, All those feelings I've felt, since I first met you, So much pain, but this is love, and Im so very confused.
And in that moment, I start to lose, The grip I held so tightly onto,
But even so, as you go, and drift into past, My heart still hurts, is it my fault it didn't last?
And so the nightmare lives to burn.
- Cad
Posted May 31, 2022, 8:47 AM UTC