Salvation bleeds its last hopes
Upon make believe plains of earth
Selfish lies fading the light from within;
Places turn around the one's lost here
Forming ever changing worlds:
A white rabbit on his way.
A wandering child going on to nowhere.
A brooding sky.
A forest of watching eyes.
I saw these as I crossed over into here
Then formed illusions of my own:
A towering castle below silver mountains.
A labyrinth, at its center a strange world all its own.
A cold season.
A curse spelled land.
I searched along the riddles to find what I didn't know I was looking for
And came to a burning sky
Above an acid sea
And saw
The exiting doorway
hanging solitaire
between.
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 11:37 PM UTC
Salvation bleeds its last hopes
Upon make believe plains of earth
Selfish lies fading the light from within;
Places turn around the one's lost here
Forming ever changing worlds:
A white rabbit on his way.
A wandering child going on to nowhere.
A brooding sky.
A forest of watching eyes.
I saw these as I crossed over into here
Then formed illusions of my own:
A towering castle below silver mountains.
A labyrinth, at its center a strange world all its own.
A cold season.
A curse spelled land.
I searched along the riddles to find what I didn't know I was looking for
And came to a burning sky
Above an acid sea
And saw
The exiting doorway
hanging solitaire
between.
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