The darkness,
Realities boundless, harrowing void,
What exists beyond unawake dreary eyes,
What resides upon burdened hollow souls,
An unrighteous detriment of prophecy,
That sublime goddess of allure,
Withered into such a lifeless thing,
Its you that embodies that void,
Veiled in that desolate space,
Its relentless pain inscribed across your face,
Obscured to this subjective dark,
This world forbids my light to touch your heart.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 9:54 PM UTC
The darkness,
Realities boundless, harrowing void,
What exists beyond unawake dreary eyes,
What resides upon burdened hollow souls,
An unrighteous detriment of prophecy,
That sublime goddess of allure,
Withered into such a lifeless thing,
Its you that embodies that void,
Veiled in that desolate space,
Its relentless pain inscribed across your face,
Obscured to this subjective dark,
This world forbids my light to touch your heart.
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