.
Inmost as cold tomb,
A soul is left, hushed,
Only seeks true light,
Unframed, shows itself.
Welcome to breaking,
All minds who question,
Let the whispers rail,
Only for an ears open.
Look into chaos here
At the edges of doom,
Wish for nothing's no
Upset by veins so blue.
We are cut runners, all
Braving into new upsets,
Take countings down,
All days are numbered.
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 2:27 PM UTC
.
Inmost as cold tomb,
A soul is left, hushed,
Only seeks true light,
Unframed, shows itself.
Welcome to breaking,
All minds who question,
Let the whispers rail,
Only for an ears open.
Look into chaos here
At the edges of doom,
Wish for nothing's no
Upset by veins so blue.
We are cut runners, all
Braving into new upsets,
Take countings down,
All days are numbered.
