I don’t know, sometimes it’s like I’m holding a ladder upright, really tight with nothing to lean on; dreaming of climbing my way into the skies. I might fall on my face but at least I’d own it.
Icy winds eat through my skin I fly above, on my beaten wings Dabbed in snow are my footprints Along the trail, following the winds Changing directions, hear me howling Running with the wolves, I am A wildling Against the tide I try and swim, Always hustling, I walk this road, kicking the ruckus There's … Continue reading Here I come.
When we realize And don't act We are alive But dead, infact.
Spent my life complaining About darkness and cold It's all mine, the blame And conscience that I lack When I shut the windows Locked the doors And painted them black
Your only mistake dear Was wanting me When you weren't sure Of what you wanted