Welcome to Catharosia
Come and succumb to our pitiful wail
An allegory written with paints of girded soul;
There, we drench ourselves in colorful shivers
Here, we cleanse our soul for the joy of the universe;
Another day to create
Roses of the night that result in heavy dreams,
Sorority flies, and dead passions of desperate poets;
In the world where we purge ourselves,
Sanity is not our company—
To the torn pages faded by the light
To the worn out tales dimmed by the dark
Here is our salutations and solitude;
Our words untangled and jumbled tears
Will serve you deeds of crumbling back to a piece;
She oozes blood and agony
He ruptures terrors and improbability
They ***** contemplation and daydreams sewn
We engrave beautiful macabre and adored pain—
Where clowns shall dwell and kings lay to death
Where sins tremble and tragedies rejoice
Jolly remains of the day are what we produce
Masked by anxious sorrows and fear so erudite
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC
Welcome to Catharosia
Come and succumb to our pitiful wail
An allegory written with paints of girded soul;
There, we drench ourselves in colorful shivers
Here, we cleanse our soul for the joy of the universe;
Another day to create
Roses of the night that result in heavy dreams,
Sorority flies, and dead passions of desperate poets;
In the world where we purge ourselves,
Sanity is not our company—
To the torn pages faded by the light
To the worn out tales dimmed by the dark
Here is our salutations and solitude;
Our words untangled and jumbled tears
Will serve you deeds of crumbling back to a piece;
She oozes blood and agony
He ruptures terrors and improbability
They ***** contemplation and daydreams sewn
We engrave beautiful macabre and adored pain—
Where clowns shall dwell and kings lay to death
Where sins tremble and tragedies rejoice
Jolly remains of the day are what we produce
Masked by anxious sorrows and fear so erudite
