I've slept a thousand nights alone, <br />let the noise of silence seep deep through my bones <br /> <br />and far myself I've thrown, <br />drowned out all my screams and my groans <br /> <br />thought I'd find peace in the vastness of this tomb <br />turns out only rage can build the fire <br />and make you burn bright <br /> <br /> <br />Can't break the broken, <br />Can't blacken the night, <br />Once you tear me apart there'll be nothing left inside <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Walked a few miles south of hope, <br />heard the sound of dragging feet and knew it was me <br /> <br />pulling hard at the end of my rope, <br />and hope is all that's left but what's this hope to be? <br /> <br /> <br />thought I'd find peace in the vastness of erasure <br />turns out you can't just fake flying <br />and wings or no wings, I'm just I<br /><br />Andrea Scarpa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/three-dark-suns/
