so there i was a cool wind breeze still here
little to no end no hate inside me
the rustling leaves disturbed by a deer
how tranquil this canvas of joyful glee
i cannot express in words my shocked heart
as a stabbing wound i begin to bleed
differing no more to them tell apart
so brethren fallen shed their empty creed
a still image of a bound soulless husk
from afar only bones tell my story
as the dawn wanes into the creeping dusk
so does the golden age of my sound glory
there is no more reason for me to stay
the winter shall come as the dawn calls day
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 6:29 AM UTC
so there i was a cool wind breeze still here
little to no end no hate inside me
the rustling leaves disturbed by a deer
how tranquil this canvas of joyful glee
i cannot express in words my shocked heart
as a stabbing wound i begin to bleed
differing no more to them tell apart
so brethren fallen shed their empty creed
a still image of a bound soulless husk
from afar only bones tell my story
as the dawn wanes into the creeping dusk
so does the golden age of my sound glory
there is no more reason for me to stay
the winter shall come as the dawn calls day
seasons change, so do we, we love both
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