Too familiar to me,
too distant from thee.
Spirits blend like brothers from past,
whoever predicted these bonds will last.
Never again spoke about the Chaos in your mind,
Never again rekindle the good days beside the dimming lights.
Was once a mentor speaking to enlighten,
now an arbiter who chose to remain silent.
We cast each other spells of silence,
Cursed by obliviousness,
held in one piece by traditions and ties.
nonetheless indifferent.
Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 11:26 AM UTC
Too familiar to me,
too distant from thee.
Spirits blend like brothers from past,
whoever predicted these bonds will last.
Never again spoke about the Chaos in your mind,
Never again rekindle the good days beside the dimming lights.
Was once a mentor speaking to enlighten,
now an arbiter who chose to remain silent.
We cast each other spells of silence,
Cursed by obliviousness,
held in one piece by traditions and ties.
nonetheless indifferent.
Vn13 © 2012
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