My space, my corner;
herein I find false comfort
and hollow hold
like the icy embrace of an apparition.
No cold kiss
from lovers lost
to Hades Gate
awakens my woeful resistance.
It is the shining darkness
that dragged me to my nest.
I am the burden of leaden wings
the sun does try to melt.
Nov 13, 2011
Nov 13, 2011 at 5:17 PM UTC
My space, my corner;
herein I find false comfort
and hollow hold
like the icy embrace of an apparition.
No cold kiss
from lovers lost
to Hades Gate
awakens my woeful resistance.
It is the shining darkness
that dragged me to my nest.
I am the burden of leaden wings
the sun does try to melt.
