On the darkest side of the moon,
Demons bathe in the ****** afternoon
On the darkest side of the moon,
Darkness comes, earthly bodies aren't immune
On the darkest side of the moon,
Wickedness plays another sinister tune
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 11:14 PM UTC
My tears in the morning fill up my cereal bowl
It seems to reflect broken pieces of my soul
I thought i had me brokenness all under control
If i can sell my pain, it would be usually profitable
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
A fiery bush paints the surface of my soul with desolation
Venomous air leads to my dreadful silent suffocation
I know fear is manifested through our imagination
But I can still feel its tormenting hopeless paralyzation
I agonizingly die within when I'm in isolation
My dark sinister thoughts talk with strong elaboration
More and more my broken earthly vessel is salvation
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 9:56 PM UTC
Let's retreat where secrets are protected by trust
Let's retreat where dystopia and utopia are no longer envying enemies
Let's retreat where there is no venom found in the fangs of the serpent
Let's retreat where the foundation of our souls don't look like the surface of the moon.
Let's retreat where fiery ashes turn themselves into a blissful oblivion
Let's retreat where the crystal starry waters quench the thirst of the forsaken
Let's retreat where demons get a bachelors degree in becoming an elegant angle
Let's retreat where dreams our reality and reality is our dreams.
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 9:44 PM UTC