I hear the sounds
Seems to quiver my martial senses
Praying illusions of the baying hounds
Give me a moment
To absorb this recollection
Hate to hear it
A sorry crime
Flowing through my spine
Wait to fear it
A wise man's words remain
Stop yelping this dismay
You've made it home
Was behind me
Really this cold?
Or is there a difference in heat
You hear the cries of the wolf
Was the planted seed
Really this old?
Or am I chained by the disease?
Visions have Faded
Glory pains have remained
Delusions are needed
Let this game be marked
Upon my waiting grave
His words were deep
You were never week
As I pillage and weep
Waiting for sleep
Seems i forgot how to eat
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 1:51 AM UTC
I hear the sounds
Seems to quiver my martial senses
Praying illusions of the baying hounds
Give me a moment
To absorb this recollection
Hate to hear it
A sorry crime
Flowing through my spine
Wait to fear it
A wise man's words remain
Stop yelping this dismay
You've made it home
Was behind me
Really this cold?
Or is there a difference in heat
You hear the cries of the wolf
Was the planted seed
Really this old?
Or am I chained by the disease?
Visions have Faded
Glory pains have remained
Delusions are needed
Let this game be marked
Upon my waiting grave
His words were deep
You were never week
As I pillage and weep
Waiting for sleep
Seems i forgot how to eat