Zephiryth

Days to months, months to years. 1095 days to 36 months, 36 months to 3 years. 3 years of emotions shared, 3 years of feelings aired. Months passed by the hourglass, hours passed by like molasses. Time with you moved by so slow, so serene. Time can be hard, and life can be even worse. Things we did never exacerbated things, things we should have done exacerbated things. My life was black and blue, you made it alive and true. 1095 days of the best, 36 months of the greatest. I was happy, I was content. I wasn't abused or used, I was free to spread my wings. My life was free for once. My life for once wasn't covered in bruises or sc

I'm locked in a nightmare in my mind...my shadow looms behind me. The shadow seeks to exile my soul away, I need help. I can't let the shadow take over... I need the hope that all will be okay. I need love to guide my pick, as I sing the song of my soul. I'm attached to strings and frets. I beg for forgiveness from the darkness, from the love I see. I'm attached to strings and frets. I pluck away my regrets by each passing chord. I strum away the thought of regrets by each press of a fret. I'm attached to strings and frets. My soul shakes with each pluck of a string. My dream waxes with each song I sing. My nightmare wanes with each performan