(no subject)

I'm sorry...

(no subject)

this trust burns a hole
in my pocket
and slips through my fingers
into the night
Trying to hold it
feeling overwhelmed
and surrounded by shattered dreams

something's calling me
pushing me to destroy this
from deep inside the labyrinth
and tracing my own footsteps
through a world of shadows
the water from the Styx burns cool
on my skin

flying on wings of darkness
the river of forgetfulness
flows around, but not over
so peace is still
off limits

And despite what you think
and how it seems
I'm sorry,
and crying out your name
in the night.