Given then taken
Fixed then broken
Close then far
Seeing what I will do when left alone.
Drive in me
Disappointed as my eyes don’t discern anything.
Quite embarrassed exposed in this silent storm.
Will I throw my hands up and quit
Go back to ignore signs I’ve seen
Making out with misery under a blanket of scorpions
Die in vain.
Dying away I almost hate my tears.
Outside as nothing
About to lose
To find I only need one name
To find resurrection after dying in these flames
The old man in me dead making room for change.
I should be happy
Full of joy
All I have to do is die
Get over myself
Anything left of Edmond to really survive.