Like the Liquor Bottles On My Shelf

15 - Eclipse

he paces, crossing from darkness to light.
it's not fear, instead it's a desire.
what the heart wants it knows not, can't see right,
what's left is the sorrow from the choir.

i once dwelt in the depths of many moons,
beneath the pale light, driven by my wounds.
it's easy for them to judge, they just assume
that i'm the same as them, they speak too soon.

behold, at last, the sun moves into view,
rays break the walls that kept me in this cage.
the stage is set, this scene is new.
i've made it through, now turn the page.