As I stand alone, in the darkest indigo midnight countless fading stars illuminate hidden betrayal. Green eyes burning like fire, Disguised through no shade of color. Residing in my trust, one comforting hand one wielding the knife. Whilst mutiny brews you pray for my failures. Observation foretelling patterns, in turn predicting future events. No change comes from the deceitful. I will cut my own path, you shall not follow. My compass due my destination. Win or lose at my own hand I do not fear. I determine my fate rather than lead fate astray at the hand of another. I will not look back, not return. As this chapter dies, one is born.
Posted on: Thu, 07 Nov 2013 17:57:43 +0000