A desolated night

A Poem by Mazerunner

Empty pages i try to fill
With a broken mind and thoughts that chill
I use my pen as my armour
To put to sleep every passing minute,every passing hour

And as i wait for that moment of truth
I hope i dont face the fearful phase of this youth
So many words ive discerned to say
And guilty that i have so much to inveigh

Theyd say Im still lucky to live
I say im lucky,I have nothing to take and a lot to give
Allegiance and patronage i lend out to all of you
If i only was luckier enough to know who i could dive back into