The Scroll of Days

Days upon years

Fall onto deaf ears.

Hallowed echoes

Chambered here

In the way of the sun.

The heat builds

As it reflects;

Like a fire inside me.

I pray for the spark,

The one and only thing

With the power to ignite us free.

A flame appears;

I admire the blaze

Rising up to burn

The scroll of days.

One more hour

Of being afraid.

Then I can sleep.

Sing in your ear,

Ease the defeat.

Wonder aloud,

Fill the need,

Listen to the echoes

Coming back for me.

Ask you to stay,

Take it right back.

Resign to my chamber;

Empty,

Black.