The WandererWind blowing across the plain,Dust kicking up on every step,The Wanderer continues along his wayNo one knows where he is going,Neither does he,Yet he knows he is not there,Where ever he is going.
Red SorrowThe room is dimly lit,Soft drops heard in the darkness,Despair the steadfast companion,The drops are close,Sitting back hands red,Tears the color of pain,Life leaking out,Dripping to the ground,Leaving only weakness,Struggling to rise,The final blow comes,Falling past reality,Falling into the darkness.
Tears from the SkyBone weary he weeps,He weeps for himself,He weeps for her,He weeps for what is,He weeps for what isn’t,He weeps for the pain they share,Like the rain falling from the sky he cries,Like the dwindling rain his heart dies.
Sta.sh
