A prayer for the meek. With serenity is what I seek. My vision so bleak without you around. I seek without knowing if your heart is found. Tis but shattered into a million pieces spread across the ocean so wide. I dive so deep into love where it lies still and cold wrinkling and old. Bold are the choices we both made, we now regret them everyday as in our beds we lay. I cling to my soul as refuge I have none. She played me like a game for fun. The thought of all the mistakes I've made. The guilt that lingers eludes my spirit and breaks my soul. I had been so foolish to see and not know. I grow in wisdom and seek you no further. I know I'm rendered still in self proclaim. I have no honor to my name. This strength I now seek within my grasp. It'd be a tough task, as I put on my mask to show the world out there. I live without a worry or care. There are these moments I feel like you broke down my walls. You slithered your way through the crepes and you crawled. Karma exists for those don't need. This is a demons seed, I beg and I plead to make things right. Vengeance will be mine through this life, I know you are reading this and still think I care. I am but glad you are outta my hair.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
