RELENTLESSLY RELENTING

Nothing but the shadow of a man,

That used to be alive,

Merely, the ashes of a burnt truth

That long ago became a lie

No sun, no stars, are kindling bright,

The dark tunnel before the light,

All weakness, and no might,

Just a doomed batter waiting for the third strike

So come for me, I won't put up a fight,

I promiss you, not even a tear these eyes of mine will cry,

Come for me, I'm standing still,

And take me along with the next winter chill.

Is hope overrated?

I think that question's jaded,

Maybe in time we'll find a way

To stand our ground, while the tides,

The impenetrable tides of life,

Fiercely sway

But until then, as soft as clay, 

I will stay

So come for me, I won't put up a fight,

I promiss you, not even a tear these eyes of mine will cry,

Come for me, I'm standing still,

And take me along with the next winter chill.

Everybody says, it'll be alright

Even as the pitch black uncertainty

Haunts you in the night,

Maybe we should give up our sanity,

Perhaps then the future will seem bright,

But until i gather enough strength, and courage,

I'll remain haunted for countless of sleepless nights