As the city sleeps, I lay awake
Basking in the glorious destruction of my being
As I pray for the day that will never come
I cling on to that last straw of hope
The hope of a day that will set me free
From the walls I help built
Come what may
As I await my red letter day.
Just felt like writing. Inspired by the soothing sounds of Karnataka and discussions of Christianity with King.
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