With rage I saturated the weary darkness.
With my tears I raise a temple that I thought was once destroyed.
Let the wickedness of the night soak us in.
On our bodies we carve with blood a red forest.
In the depth of sadness I slowly lose myself.
I'm lost.
If someone tries to save me...
Don't.
I'm not coming back.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 6:23 AM UTC
Blurred faces.
I'm leaning my fevered brow against the cold glass of the window.
Intoxicated with dreams
I absorb the rain.
The deathly beauty of a never-ending storm
confronts the sea of misfortune.
I'm experiencing strange pain in my heart...
Why am I full of sorrow?
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 10:35 AM UTC
Sad people and dark shadows
in a multi-leveled palace of misfortune,
aversion to anything,
internal hostility towards everyone,
my mask exposed to a test of time...
Will I endure?
I do not know.
I run away to the farthest corners of my palace,
to hide from the world.
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC