It’s always pain,
It’s always desperation.
It’s in my veins,
In blood, like inflammation.
I tried in vein
To reach my destination,
To find a key
In solving this equation.
It’s killing me.
Inside I’m always hollow.
I am so cold,
Why did I try to borrow
Your light, your warmth?
You gave me only sorrow.
You failed my love.
I’m falling. Do not follow.
I tried to fly
With wings completely broken,
I tried to hear
All those words unspoken.
I missed a train
To final destination.
Your love is pain,
And mine is desperation.
Wingless
© Copyright: Vernon, 2006
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