Weaker

The wind is whispering is final breath
along he guides me trough out this land
so alone I freeze my heart to the past
in hope that this shadow could take me home

The shape of these nights so lonely
are cold and fake like daylight smiles
so fake, they open my grief to reality
in me I trust to regain my burned pride

And my life grows weaker
turning season to season
nothing changes that much
and my death is stronger
smoother as her embrace
in faith of being weaker too

By: DarkCapricorn