we quiver, we tremble, we shudder, give way.
in the scorn of our own divinity.
this chasm, this maw, it lies agape.
no ocean will drown the summit.
a void birthed of your own perfection.
this aggregate, a myriad of less than nothing.
an empty heart is not easily filled.
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 12:07 AM UTC
we quiver, we tremble, we shudder, give way.
in the scorn of our own divinity.
this chasm, this maw, it lies agape.
no ocean will drown the summit.
a void birthed of your own perfection.
this aggregate, a myriad of less than nothing.
an empty heart is not easily filled.