That corner of the world,our corner of the world Lingers in the back of my mind,shattering perception Are we to fall for our misbelief,to be struck by divine castigation Or is the utopy endurable in real life? So much for this reality,merely deception... And entities painted in blood from generations of believers Still linger. Release us both.
We are not what we claimed to be And i am nothing like the child still hiding in those crimson eyes It seems to be a different path you choose to take With everything that's rotten,embracing mediocracy Restoring life with use of lies. Hurt?Nothing more than a sensation. Apathy?Our only state of mind Agony?A common state of spirit. Alchemy does not accept this bind. Release me from your knowledge.
Your purple fingerprints admitt to murder My hopes still bleed their essence on the floor. You smile with shadows dancing in the doorstep Enlightened by the power that you own. To break me until i believe no more. Restore me to myself.
Ash
Picking up the pieces – poza de Ash, in Poezie · 40.1KB
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