Passion of the heart and desire of the mind.
The slow passage of time slowly takes it's toll.
The knolls of the death bells ring aloud and clear.
But they don't seem to reach your ears.
Violent eyes and harsh hands sway.
As the tempered cold outside gives way.
Through the darkened glass the eyes doth see.
A realm of hate and despair shrouded in a blanket of illusion.
Icy waves crash on the shorelines.
Skin trembles as the needles pierce it.
A sorrow filled soul struggles to find salvation.
As they drift off into an illustrious sleep
Dreams of happiness overwhelm the mind.
A want for peace and prosperity.
Gracefully entranced in lies of the weak.
Entangled in a capsule of destruction.
A blazing inferno incinerates all.
Isn't this what you wanted?
Is this the beauty of the world,
That you so greatly wanted to accomplish?
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 1:46 AM UTC
Passion of the heart and desire of the mind.
The slow passage of time slowly takes it's toll.
The knolls of the death bells ring aloud and clear.
But they don't seem to reach your ears.
Violent eyes and harsh hands sway.
As the tempered cold outside gives way.
Through the darkened glass the eyes doth see.
A realm of hate and despair shrouded in a blanket of illusion.
Icy waves crash on the shorelines.
Skin trembles as the needles pierce it.
A sorrow filled soul struggles to find salvation.
As they drift off into an illustrious sleep
Dreams of happiness overwhelm the mind.
A want for peace and prosperity.
Gracefully entranced in lies of the weak.
Entangled in a capsule of destruction.
A blazing inferno incinerates all.
Isn't this what you wanted?
Is this the beauty of the world,
That you so greatly wanted to accomplish?
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