Is there a reason
for
prayers?
Scared beyond the deepest
depths
of
sanity,
while clinging to thoughts
known
as
despair.
Laughter dissolves into mayhem,
the chaos tamed to a dull glow
within a hearth of memories, as if the
madness had hesitated to even
touch them, touch you, and everyone
that had ever appeared before you.
Happily, sorrowfully, singing to
children,
losing themselves to harsh innocence
adults,
relishing within the corruption of twilight
lovers,
betrayed through truth and fluttery vows
families,
lusting after loneliness of an empty hearth
friends,
crying upon cliffs of nostalgia
enemies,
silently stitching hollow smiles
allies,
violently tugging at their skulls
strangers,
anchoring to drowning seas.
So tell me, my weary fellow,
who’s seen flowers wither and grow,
who’s scandals blissful maidens know,
who’s loveless acts saints still sow,
who’s playing kings, both high and low,
who’s wandered fairytales, to and fro,
with a heavy, burdened soul in tow,
Will you search for the right spell,
mend the words, with only Death to tell,
while listening to bells of time knell,
upon the sake
of my
sinful
wishing
well?
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 8:52 AM UTC
Is there a reason
for
prayers?
Scared beyond the deepest
depths
of
sanity,
while clinging to thoughts
known
as
despair.
Laughter dissolves into mayhem,
the chaos tamed to a dull glow
within a hearth of memories, as if the
madness had hesitated to even
touch them, touch you, and everyone
that had ever appeared before you.
Happily, sorrowfully, singing to
children,
losing themselves to harsh innocence
adults,
relishing within the corruption of twilight
lovers,
betrayed through truth and fluttery vows
families,
lusting after loneliness of an empty hearth
friends,
crying upon cliffs of nostalgia
enemies,
silently stitching hollow smiles
allies,
violently tugging at their skulls
strangers,
anchoring to drowning seas.
So tell me, my weary fellow,
who’s seen flowers wither and grow,
who’s scandals blissful maidens know,
who’s loveless acts saints still sow,
who’s playing kings, both high and low,
who’s wandered fairytales, to and fro,
with a heavy, burdened soul in tow,
Will you search for the right spell,
mend the words, with only Death to tell,
while listening to bells of time knell,
upon the sake
of my
sinful
wishing
well?
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