Tuesday, February 24, 2015

No Escape

Words, they slowly fade
Like street lights turning dim
In ruin, nothing lasts

Curtains, they tend to draw
Like a clock that went berserk
In ticks,  there is no escape

Tyrants, they never live
Like a history so unneeded 
In blood, they only die

Killers, they do get caught
Like a chase that went all wrong
In handcuffs, there is boredom

Clouds, they float so high
Like ceilings above the roof
In heights, there are no limits

Stars, they never cease to shine
Like a twinkle in the sky
In galaxies, there is nothing but hope

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

but of course.