An era has been marked
as we gaze upon a burning sky
reigning with fiery rainfall
spat like bursts of anger
reducing calm lands to
wild orange rampancy.
Seeker I would be
for that final person in our final moment
yet overtaken I am
to the walls a newly traumatized world conjures
Cross once, for a moment
and the end shall bitterly meet me.
Surrounded I become
finality in my isolation
a warmth normally fulfilling
now stings beyond comprehension
one of objective peace knows not
of true pain before subjection.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 3:54 AM UTC
An era has been marked
as we gaze upon a burning sky
reigning with fiery rainfall
spat like bursts of anger
reducing calm lands to
wild orange rampancy.
Seeker I would be
for that final person in our final moment
yet overtaken I am
to the walls a newly traumatized world conjures
Cross once, for a moment
and the end shall bitterly meet me.
Surrounded I become
finality in my isolation
a warmth normally fulfilling
now stings beyond comprehension
one of objective peace knows not
of true pain before subjection.
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