Hell's only a few stairs down
I'm counting on you to break my fall
Mold yourself to address every need
Bend backward to every whim
Be the savior who heeds my silent call
But you like it, don't you?
It isn't easy to admit
Your soul touches mine, through shards of broken pasts
I don't let people in, but you're an exception
Let's see if you'll keep up
Get tired of my whines and broken glass
Trust me, you're in for a ride
Will it be one you'd brave to the very end?
Your dedication is unwavering
Persistence breaks through anything
It's funny, really
It's like your complex powers your invincible armor
Since you're so desperate for it
Go ahead, and set yourself apart from the others
Don't just patch me up
Come on in, try to heal me from the inside out
Show me that you're made of diamond and steel
But the wheels of time are turning, and the embers of my life are dying
So remember that Hell's only a few stairs down
I'm counting on you to break my fall
You know what to do
Mold yourself to address every need
Bend backward to every whim
And be the savior who heeds my silent call
YOU ARE READING
Fleeting.
PoetryMoments in life are fleeting--some people use cameras to capture minuscule details through a click of a button, others through a bold stroke of paint on an empty canvas, and a couple of others through meaningful scrawls on pieces of paper. Started:...
