Love in essence is the value of dust beating along the dunes of oblivious desert
I see the shores of neglect beating along the desolate beaches
solitude is crashing through my ever weary soul
the lively feeling of the ever brilliant sun
pierces my visions of incantations
sounds of voices coming up from the chasm
speaking of the love long lost in the midnight
beating drums of the sinful fabricator haunt me now in my waking hour
only in shame and anguish i shall flee
how queer that one must think about the inner feelings of alienation and self doubt
I feel like I’m in this rapid change of emotion as time goes merrily by
The lucid point of my journey in this ever changing existence is nothing but an illusion for vanity and self hatred
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 2:50 AM UTC
Love in essence is the value of dust beating along the dunes of oblivious desert
I see the shores of neglect beating along the desolate beaches
solitude is crashing through my ever weary soul
the lively feeling of the ever brilliant sun
pierces my visions of incantations
sounds of voices coming up from the chasm
speaking of the love long lost in the midnight
beating drums of the sinful fabricator haunt me now in my waking hour
only in shame and anguish i shall flee
how queer that one must think about the inner feelings of alienation and self doubt
I feel like I’m in this rapid change of emotion as time goes merrily by
The lucid point of my journey in this ever changing existence is nothing but an illusion for vanity and self hatred