Waves crash over bony rocks
That reach out for the sky
With fingers like daggers,
Teaching angels to fly.
Red clouds plague the Earth like
Some crimson disease,
Filling up the oceans lungs before
They started to freeze.
Not with a sigh in the nights,
Not with that aura of gloom,
But with the fleeting feeling of
The constant knowledge of
Doom,
The stars that were above are
Now finally below,
And the eyes that see disguised
Are as far as they can go.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
Waves crash over bony rocks
That reach out for the sky
With fingers like daggers,
Teaching angels to fly.
Red clouds plague the Earth like
Some crimson disease,
Filling up the oceans lungs before
They started to freeze.
Not with a sigh in the nights,
Not with that aura of gloom,
But with the fleeting feeling of
The constant knowledge of
Doom,
The stars that were above are
Now finally below,
And the eyes that see disguised
Are as far as they can go.
