A sun of beautiful orange do I spectate Blossoming flowers by nature shall the sun create Nearby the horizon does the sun set above Passing by comes from the last of the dove While beside the tree of green I lay with my love But this cannot be As it is no more than the most ideal of a dream
Regret is the aftermath of the dream I wake from A life in continuation to endure a mirror of a *** A sun no longer shines brightly in such a life Often does my temple of God selfishly suffer from the knife The only real dream is to enter through the gate Tired and hurt do such emotions drive me to hate Stemmed from such a state is the poison of ridicule and loneliness Parasites that drain the content mind and trap the king in chess
Once there was a person did love give me the fall Seemed did she have a complete reflection of the dream at all She was the sun to shine my heart from withered to blossom Dark did the light of her become as I longed for more of her psalm A light that encompassed a happiness I really knew To escape the gate was to stay in the light of truth But the only escape was the truth in me during this mission As longing was overcome with the sin of obsession The outcome raged in defence of herself against my state of corrupt Like the thunder pressuring the volcano to erupt The blossomed heart soon tore in two As the other fled with anger and the reaction became cruel Thus did her leaving give me more reason to further my desire To enter the gate with an extraordinary sense of dire
The demons manifesting themselves as convincers of the gate Another living in an equal time of companionship to a mate A whole life with a demon known none other than loneliness Isolation and seclusion are merely flies compared to this spider The strongest of weaknesses is social communication, no less No loved ones, no friends, no family, nothing out of the world that is wider Can serve as the parting from the only companion, loneliness A towering shadow that buries the light in my heart of no more bless
Happiness is the false prophet and depression is my only date ****** of the self and others have been my dreams of late Hope has no more ignition, the mind's candle has been extinguished Darkness will soon take me to the path of that which is distinguished The last step is to pass through the gate The last access of my life will bring the last resort alive Death shall cradle me a haven safe from this painful life