Of all the mountains so steep
There are cavities so deep.
Lurking in the darkness as we speak
Are the horrors of souls weeping creeps.
Revolting within the land drenched
In blood and sweat, as the forlorn
Forms of endeavor reaches the throat
Of one's own life causing its death.
In all the deep trenches lies
The darkest secrets you'll ever find,
The horrors, the screams; drowning all
Hopes and dreams, pulling it deep within.
Pitch black as death come and goes,
Not knowing which way to go.
Lost in the darkness trying to throw
A lifeline for the helpless foes.
The incarnate of death is upon us,
The value of life is seen cheap in the canvass.
Running pale, escaping from the sickle,
Losing breath like a plant getting whittled.
The kids now come and go,
As they're drawn to the trenches below.
The uncanny resemblance of faith
Betrays us as it takes
The unfortunate lives of those
Innocent minds.
It's a roadkill —
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 6:50 AM UTC
Of all the mountains so steep
There are cavities so deep.
Lurking in the darkness as we speak
Are the horrors of souls weeping creeps.
Revolting within the land drenched
In blood and sweat, as the forlorn
Forms of endeavor reaches the throat
Of one's own life causing its death.
In all the deep trenches lies
The darkest secrets you'll ever find,
The horrors, the screams; drowning all
Hopes and dreams, pulling it deep within.
Pitch black as death come and goes,
Not knowing which way to go.
Lost in the darkness trying to throw
A lifeline for the helpless foes.
The incarnate of death is upon us,
The value of life is seen cheap in the canvass.
Running pale, escaping from the sickle,
Losing breath like a plant getting whittled.
The kids now come and go,
As they're drawn to the trenches below.
The uncanny resemblance of faith
Betrays us as it takes
The unfortunate lives of those
Innocent minds.
It's a roadkill —
