A beautiful soul lies awoken,
Brought by the sound of tears,
In the silence of the night,
There is nothing that remains hidden.
Broken heart and a drunken mind,
From every crevice of the sunken spirit,
My demons come awry,
Tired of my heart’s desire.
Even the voices in my head,
Weary of the hope I yearn,
At the end of the long road,
Even they had let me go.
In the eternal silence that it reigns,
Old questions come alive,
Even now after all,
At the end of my path,
No answers I offer in return.
Basking in the darkness of the moon,
I await the sun to rise,
Hoping my thoughts will find,
A better man in another turn.
The Word Den 