the last dimming room
in this tormenting gloom
a shade above the darkest hues
bleeding as it dances
stretched across the canvas
endlessly it blends into view
but as the colors fade
from all the works you've made
you hope that it won't catch up to your pace
but as time wins the race
the abyss will still remain
the only thing left that knows your name
the abyss will give you hope
if you'd just let it go
better days await you from below
bleeding while recalling
the colors you've forgotten
give in to the whispers of the fallen
a cycle is endless
only we can end it.
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 11:58 PM UTC
the last dimming room
in this tormenting gloom
a shade above the darkest hues
bleeding as it dances
stretched across the canvas
endlessly it blends into view
but as the colors fade
from all the works you've made
you hope that it won't catch up to your pace
but as time wins the race
the abyss will still remain
the only thing left that knows your name
the abyss will give you hope
if you'd just let it go
better days await you from below
bleeding while recalling
the colors you've forgotten
give in to the whispers of the fallen
a cycle is endless
only we can end it.
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