"Light in the dark,"
Yet nothing more
Than candlelight
In a bleak room,
With secrets in the shadows,
And more within the bellows.
Hidden from peering ravens,
Ensuring no one fathoms
Or remembers your transgressions;
So we dismiss your deceptions.
Those fragile walls you hide behind
Will soon crumble. Oh yes, beware.
For beacons of white will shine through,
One by one, destroying the veil.
Naked to the heavens,
A feast of carrions.
Burnt bridges,
Fake pledges.
A decision to confess and make sense of the mess,
Or to cover 'em up again, but burn with the rest.
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 1:45 PM UTC
"Light in the dark,"
Yet nothing more
Than candlelight
In a bleak room,
With secrets in the shadows,
And more within the bellows.
Hidden from peering ravens,
Ensuring no one fathoms
Or remembers your transgressions;
So we dismiss your deceptions.
Those fragile walls you hide behind
Will soon crumble. Oh yes, beware.
For beacons of white will shine through,
One by one, destroying the veil.
Naked to the heavens,
A feast of carrions.
Burnt bridges,
Fake pledges.
A decision to confess and make sense of the mess,
Or to cover 'em up again, but burn with the rest.
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