By Searching Souls
There are times when
I want to close my eyes,
Permit sleep to steal
away my consciousness
And let myself be absorbed
by my dreams.
There are times when I
just want to stop,
Consent my
stubbornness to stay
And let those around
me walk away
There are times when
I get so tired
Drained, weary from chasing
Reaching for the
things that keeps running
There are times when
I ran out of breath,
Slowly consumed by the
fingers of death
And I ended up waking
from these nightmares

































