Testo di Forlorn

Restless irritation Shallow resuscitation A sour taste sets on the tip of my tongue Anger held deep within my lungs Chapped and cracked skin Weathered from the piercing wind Hands withered and cold Rough Calloused Too worn to hold Lost in the dark endless forest of yesterday Haunted by every hollow claim Yearning to rest my bones To find a place to call my home Wandering in the pale moonlight Longing for these wings to take flight Running towards the forgiving dawn To learn that everyone and everything is gone Everyone and everything is gone