Covered In Darkness

 

I've spent so much time finding.

Kept winding.

Went lighting but no brightening.

Cut soul grinding just low minding.

Dust throw when I'm lost from the trust.

Just go hiding like I must go fighting but I just go writing.

Underground like there's none around.

The sun is down.

Strike, air spun around the battleground, no fight there.

Brattle sound.

T.O.E sight flare like that old sound.

How dare I?

When there's no chance I could make it.

I'm covered by darkness and I'm completely naked like News Weekly made it.

I choose to be hated when fools got me, looking for what faded.

The light's dated and my insight's jaded.

It's locked me when tools stopped me booking for what's upgraded.

I guess, my eyes adjusted to what was overrated.