He stood on the hill with his cap turned backwards,
And it made no logic at all
Since the sun was hitting his eyes, but he didn't seem to care
For the orange line, over his face
And yet, when I approached closer
He seemed further away, and the galaxy was spreading across his face
It looked like a magnificent burn
Which he got
From dreaming
Too much
The sun turned black and the boy was no more.
Now, the only thing I could see in front of me was a shade...
Not like I could describe it, since it was a shade of fear seen from my eyes.
I wasn't looking with my eyes, yet with my soul alone.
A discovery far more greater than what I've known my whole life.
So I, naturally, search for Hope and Dreams
My Ideals, too
Yet
I only found Illusions
Lying broken on the crimson floor
As the Life and Thought beat it up
But then a darkness far greater than all of the others came.
Really, it can't be seen with your eyes, so you need to look with your soul.
Blacker than the venta black.
Just a deathly black.
It was Him, for sure. Not Him as the God, but the one who takes your hand at the end of your suffering.
And so, Illusion's hand was taken
While Life and Thoughts spit on the ground and disappeared,
Death embraced me and him.
It was far more comfortable than I'd thought it would be;
An indisputable peace found only within your heart.
It's an irony, but it shine so bright
With it's darkness
That we both knew we were finally safe.
And the boy?
Oh, well he sat on the ground.
Took a sip of time
Like he always does, from time to time.
He looked at me, absorbing
All of my questions
Changing his form to however I
Had imagined him at that moment
And just when I thought I had caught up with him, he'd transform yet again.
Then it hit me.
He was Illusions himself;
And just when I wanted to
Embrace him and make him confirm,
Just like Hopes, Dreams, and
All of my Ideals...
He broke at that moment.
And all I'm left with
Is this blinding darkness
Sparkling with it's sweet venom;
I realise life is more and less that I had ever guessed.
Illusions are not to be trusted.
Because Illusions always break.
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 10:21 AM UTC
He stood on the hill with his cap turned backwards,
And it made no logic at all
Since the sun was hitting his eyes, but he didn't seem to care
For the orange line, over his face
And yet, when I approached closer
He seemed further away, and the galaxy was spreading across his face
It looked like a magnificent burn
Which he got
From dreaming
Too much
The sun turned black and the boy was no more.
Now, the only thing I could see in front of me was a shade...
Not like I could describe it, since it was a shade of fear seen from my eyes.
I wasn't looking with my eyes, yet with my soul alone.
A discovery far more greater than what I've known my whole life.
So I, naturally, search for Hope and Dreams
My Ideals, too
Yet
I only found Illusions
Lying broken on the crimson floor
As the Life and Thought beat it up
But then a darkness far greater than all of the others came.
Really, it can't be seen with your eyes, so you need to look with your soul.
Blacker than the venta black.
Just a deathly black.
It was Him, for sure. Not Him as the God, but the one who takes your hand at the end of your suffering.
And so, Illusion's hand was taken
While Life and Thoughts spit on the ground and disappeared,
Death embraced me and him.
It was far more comfortable than I'd thought it would be;
An indisputable peace found only within your heart.
It's an irony, but it shine so bright
With it's darkness
That we both knew we were finally safe.
And the boy?
Oh, well he sat on the ground.
Took a sip of time
Like he always does, from time to time.
He looked at me, absorbing
All of my questions
Changing his form to however I
Had imagined him at that moment
And just when I thought I had caught up with him, he'd transform yet again.
Then it hit me.
He was Illusions himself;
And just when I wanted to
Embrace him and make him confirm,
Just like Hopes, Dreams, and
All of my Ideals...
He broke at that moment.
And all I'm left with
Is this blinding darkness
Sparkling with it's sweet venom;
I realise life is more and less that I had ever guessed.
Illusions are not to be trusted.
Because Illusions always break.
