Charlie Wilson
Casting Shadows
Leave him be
No longer me
Even when broken
Like porcelain dreams
A canvas withered by rain
A portrait painted now tainted and stained

Struggle in vain
The dark it bleeds
And won't leave him be
Raindrops stain glass
His conscience concedes
The past might blur vision
But I can still see

Casting shadows, it comes and goes
Watch the sunset swallow me whole
A flame that once burned bright
All warmth has depleted and died

Left behind to decay by the wayside
Let to decay by the wayside
Conjuring a cure with my convictions
Sentiments compelling mercy into fruition
Whispers invite me to let go
Gasping for breath just to keep me afloat