Dawn of Damnation

Catching spirits like lightning bugs just a hope and an empty jar. Being somewhat incomplete lost without your touch and grace. Sleeping through prophecies I've realized I've crossed into the sea of regret. I continue to swim to the deep and murky parts unknown. Seldom seen- I've kept my head above the water but there waves are crashing all around me! Seeing better days ... living in my head. Displaced hate and stagnant ways. For so long I've yurned for a placent view. Now all my thoughts always end up to you. Decaying ... .... a branch of life ...