To live in a place both bright and warm,
On which the art of the heart is reflected in form
But the heart contains shades of the twisted and absane,
From experiences of visceral desire and pain
Casting shadows betraying the walls of this bright place,
Misshapen against the radiant-true worlds face
Opening eyes of men towards their worldward sprawl,
Thus above there lies the heavens in monochromic fall,
Such colourful devastation, to open the hearts of all.
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 7:24 AM UTC
To live in a place both bright and warm,
On which the art of the heart is reflected in form
But the heart contains shades of the twisted and absane,
From experiences of visceral desire and pain
Casting shadows betraying the walls of this bright place,
Misshapen against the radiant-true worlds face
Opening eyes of men towards their worldward sprawl,
Thus above there lies the heavens in monochromic fall,
Such colourful devastation, to open the hearts of all.
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