• Hurry
    A soft pillow
    A winding willow.
    Nothing stopping
    Nothing blocking
    You’re the pane of flickering hope,
    While I stand silent in the dark.
    A five to ease my troubles
    And a five to melt them away.
    A scar is all that’s left,
    On my head and my heart.
    Nothing you can say
    Will make me forget you.
    My heart’s in flames
    Because of the blames.
    Can’t take a step
    Without widening the dept
    Of the grave they put me in.
    Only you can pull me out
    Of this never-ending bout.
    Only one plea,
    Hurry