The Rest

This side has died in me tonight

I don't know where it went

No sign of pain, a sudden sleep

No power in these hands.

The fantasy, it moved so soft

And took away my only child

It maliciously tried to curse itself

I always thought it danced too wilde.

But as I rested these burning eyes,

they slipped quickly out of hand

I blamed myself to care no more

And 'tis where my story ends.

The more I reach the less I see and learned one lesson well:

The one's who burn inside their heads will sure but slowly dwell.