Misunderstanding
To long I’ve stood
Dead in the harness
Never doing more than I should
Holding on to the last hope of an end
The final pull
A void
Hell would be going on
She sees me not as a failure
Tired unable to escape the lights
Her eyes see more than I can be
I hold on with the pride of a defeated soul
A man of shadows and hate
I curse her with her saving light
I shall fail, but who would not try?
A weight on her heels I can but try
By the gods she wonders at what I could not be
Each word mocking me
Smile don't scream
Innocence shines from those eyes
A hopeless romantic
She confesses to dreams
A hopeless cynic
I confess this sickens me
I pull at these chains for her, hold her higher
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