do you hear the whisper of the sirens
which echoes in the distance?
black like a raven's wing
an empty forest stands.
the echo of the world spreads inside of it
like a corpse's breath.
there is no tomorrow
the only thing left is the empty yesterday.
a thick fog rises
carrying dark thoughts.
there is no escape
only the dull every day life.
take a look at your hands
fate will tell you nothing.
third eyes
made out of jade
cuts deep into the soul
leaving an emptiness so vast
that the unimaginable depths of the ocean
seem shallow.
love is relative.
at the end of the empty hallway
loneliness awaits you.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 11:28 PM UTC
if this is how it's supposed to be
then i have no regrets
i live my life the only way i know
collecting tears, blood and sorrow
into a glass jar
my wings are small but grow every day
the more i die inside the bigger
my wings spread
i am ready
i am not afraid
i am an angel i am a monster
forever i will live
before my eyes
you will all die
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 11:13 PM UTC