Too Late
By Ender
Too Late Wind swept area before my eyes Barren and empty, everything dies Love and serenity do not exist Constantly brought back I am to this Rip these veins from my arms For I cannot resist your deathly charms Touch my face, caress my senses Slice to pieces my foolish defenses A desolate dirt road straight to nowhere Except back to long forgotten despair Forced to look at it against my own will Underlying wounds that never quite heal It brings cold to my body, my heart Freezing an anguish that rips me apart Yet still I stand in a desert of my hate Staring up at a sky that rained too late Written November 24th, 2001 © on Nov 24 2001 06:53 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Too Late ..."