Your sitting in the other room Were living in an open tomb and I am fighting for life The dark has seeped its way on in we are trying to defend, this loves thats slipping away But when the light comes again Your thick tongue will lash and bend whats left of my fragile soul and I will know that change cant happen over night and I cant make you do whats right But then here comes the dark and your apologizing for your part in this nightmare we live in each day But your still sitting in the other room and were still living in an open tomb waiting for a break
took me a couple times to read it, maybe I'm slow or something. You have a good idea. Good release. I personally was wanting a bit more of an expansion of what you were wanting to say. Ever put punctuation in your poems?
