Empty Arms in the Night's Colden Grip

Ignore me
With your metaphoric hiss
Forsaken by your silent lips
Broken up, Shattered by loneliness’s
Cold dreary labyrinth
By the night’s empty heart

Stuck wondering
Upon wanting dreams
False hope how it screams
Misunderstood, Hey, That is me
In a maelstrom this heart begging to be freed

Alienation from the Planet scarce
Barren arms, Soul so stark
More and more hope dispels
Into the depths of quantum malice

Into the daze
I cling onto fear
It helps me comfort
These false hopes

Into the grace
I cling onto hope
It helps me comfort
This confusing daze

Hybrid emotions
Concur prancing lights
Also covered by darkness’s
Cries of salvation

Ignored, So what is new?
Wondering what I did
Or did not do?



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
11/22/09