Slowly

an introspect of forgiveness

As the door begins to close, the chance to forgive all but gone
Darkness escapes the light, you're drawn to become alone
The effort mirrors what some would deem an endless game
But time ticks on slowly, and the effort cannot sustain
A whisper is but bittersweet,when it's spoken in reprieve
Like a butterfly entangled in a caterpillar's tomb
The end result Is nonetheless a product set to deceive
Slowly as we grant our wishes only to estrange
From all the we have learned and lost
The song remains the same.