Saturday, August 20, 2011

Don't call it a Comeback

Cowardice crusade
Build up a tolerance and watch it fade
When the best nights get seemingly dim
My plans creep deep through your skin
My adaptation of what this means
Means everything that you have dreamed
So little are they who will soon fail you
The biggest mistake is that you let you
Mistakes turn into wonderful realizations
Upon countless horrible nights alone;
Your fear
Fictitious patience
Master the sanity
Keep close the comfort
I am awry and loftily hungered
Never get a night of rest
With your best interest, I make the bets
I seek the top
For all I've got
But nothing is it without you
Time will tell the outcome
I know not hope I'm not done
Comeback mission
In my forefront

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