The words i speak hurt.
Looking for ashes in the dirt.
Digging until everything is lost.
Digging until the heart is to the shadows the host.
Holding on, until every piece of my soul is crushed, until every hug is rushed, until every tear is flushed.
Waiting, until the love that will never come reaches me, touches the corners of my heart that have forgotten how to be warm, forgotten that there is a whole world to be seen. I hope still that that kind of love someday reaches even me, but slowly fades that trees green. Why does a part of my heart still hope to be seen as i want to be, why does it still wait in vain, for what may never come? What did i do? What have i done? Waiting like a guard, a guard outside of the castle of love, life and laughter. Waiting to be taken by the darkness’ crafter. Waiting for the end, waiting for the relief. Still looking at everyone who passes the gates to the fest but never the one, waiting to be taken inside, but the hope sinks with every person that crosses the bridge, every new path, every fallen leaf.