A pain so ruthless and cold,
A story of death untold.
In the face of loneliness and seclusion
He seeks the path of delusion.
Never near, never together,
A silhouette, a shadow forever,
For in his solitude he descended,
On a path of darkness that never ended.
A heart, once warm, now froze,
and its is wake an evil rose,
Desolation followed every stride,
The pain overpowered his pride.
The only light was his will
That never crumbled, just stood still,
And he couldn't decided, will or might,
As he was the shadow, he was the light.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 2:39 PM UTC
A pain so ruthless and cold,
A story of death untold.
In the face of loneliness and seclusion
He seeks the path of delusion.
Never near, never together,
A silhouette, a shadow forever,
For in his solitude he descended,
On a path of darkness that never ended.
A heart, once warm, now froze,
and its is wake an evil rose,
Desolation followed every stride,
The pain overpowered his pride.
The only light was his will
That never crumbled, just stood still,
And he couldn't decided, will or might,
As he was the shadow, he was the light.