My angel, they knoweth naught;
My hopes, vague shattered thoughts.
The sun sets - it is dusk outside,
Yet the darkness within - I can hardly abide.
How long should one wait,
How long till the bait?
My very bones start to ache,
My heart sings of sorrow’s egg.
Should one’s foolish fears be fulfilled,
A prospect that leaves one chilled;
The fool should do well not to regret,
And of course, the present not to neglect.
A fool, an ignoramus, I’m silly, I know,
I trust in the clarity of the arrow.
Yet it’s a thought by no means cheerful,
Ignorant me, I can’t but help being woeful.
I care too much, you see,
I can’t help it, it’s me.
Everyone thinks a fire is strong,
They know not, they are wrong.
A fire has a strong façade and more,
But when one strikes the inner core;
It scares me.