I'm terrified that my faith in you is blinding me to a cruel reality waiting around the corner.
I'm petrified by the rain;
Gushing torrents of blackened dots that pierce a blue membrane;
The dawn will come,
Red light that washes away the rain...
Melodies of a cold and viscous nature echo throughout a green landscape eroded into a rocky expanse;
Wit, like a crop ready for harvest,
Is exposed to the plague of locusts,
The primal fear of instinct fighting logic;
Is there truth in the Alpha or the Omega?
The blue skies stretch endlessly,
But beyond them lies an even larger abyss.
Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 1:44 AM UTC
I'm terrified that my faith in you is blinding me to a cruel reality waiting around the corner.
I'm petrified by the rain;
Gushing torrents of blackened dots that pierce a blue membrane;
The dawn will come,
Red light that washes away the rain...
Melodies of a cold and viscous nature echo throughout a green landscape eroded into a rocky expanse;
Wit, like a crop ready for harvest,
Is exposed to the plague of locusts,
The primal fear of instinct fighting logic;
Is there truth in the Alpha or the Omega?
The blue skies stretch endlessly,
But beyond them lies an even larger abyss.