The Past is Dead

Waking up and letting go,
to the sound of angels.
Am I alive or just a ghost?
Haunted by my sorrows.
Hope is slipping through my hands.
Gravity is taking hold.

Said I'm not afraid,
That I am brave enough.
Said I won't give up,
until I see the sun.

Hold me now,
'Til the fear is leaving.
I am barely breathing.

Crying out.
These tired wings are falling,
I need you to catch me.

As I burn.
As I break.
I can't take it anymore.
I return, to the place where
the water covers over everything.

Rescue me somehow.

Hold Me Now, Red


I want it to rain so badly. Because maybe that would help.

This is vent art, but I drew it a while ago. Don't worry about me because things are finally picking up. I'll be fine.

art: me
Ty: me
do not trace, copy or use in any way without my written permission