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aviisevil
Poems
Feb 2015
The season of ever withering age
Trembling woes pay no heed
Nor a breath to bring me back to life
As they flow and come to cease
My tears have no face left to hide
Beneath the stairs behind the wall
There would lie my secret chest
Now it's lost and I've burned it all
Along with sight of my lonely nest
There by the ashes I used to play
In memories that now I never see
A handful of magic that drifts away
In my tomorrow to set me free
A voice that still lingers on
Of the blurred eyes I beg to forget
In ruins where I quietly mourn
Where all my broken pieces are kept
How fast the arms can tick
One trick that you learn in time
A castle torn apart brick by brick
And no one's there to solve a crime
So the prison is made in dreams
Where the magic truly never dies
See for yourself how far you can lean
Before you take wings and learn to fly
And then when you must wake
Burn down the last of your dream
lest find yourself in a cage
Where no one ever hears a scream
So leave now when you can
Or the scars will rip you apart
You are but only a man
And every man owns a heart
Before you kiss despair you
Disappear in the depths of your skin
Lock the door and call a truce
And don't let anyone in
Where trembling woes pay no heed
Nor a breath to bring me back to life
As they flow and come to cease
My tears have no place to hide
So I ask this of you my friend
From the deepest abyss of this page
Remember all before you must end
In the season of ever withering age
Notes (optional)
#life
#lonely
#pain
#memories
#dark
Written by
aviisevil
28/M/india
(28/M/india)
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