The_Verse

Return The clock strikes at the hour of midnight Those cold clammy fingers come into sight, One more soul, and one more person Is returning back to the world tonight. Fingers covered in mud, cracking bones With the sound of one painful groan, Arose from one in a comb of stones. Empty eyes reach out to the top, With an eager heart that stopped, Another head willing to return to dream One more step, as it climbed atop. It climbed out ready to own its urn, The sound of the stones ready to turn, One more soul shall always return.

Enough Been pushing myself till my bones break But they still point out even the tiniest mistakes They'll always keep asking for more and more They just never want to ever see me soar. Everybody wants something more than enough But what if I am already something I love? No one ever has the desire and need to understand But I know that I wont ever meet their demands. Will I ever look into the mirror and like what it displays? The sun is a constant nightmare during the day For those who feel good about themselves during the night And enjoy every moment when the moon shines bright. Will I cease to find the good in me? Will I turn blind even when my eyes can see? The whole world will never ever have enough They'd still want more even when the time is rough.