Soaking in a soothing bath of hopelessness,
Lies a society accustomed and at comfort with their blindness.
True hate by a malevolent force is protruded.
Through misguiding acts of kindness it shows how truth becomes illuded.
Crys are made by many, though seems not to be heard by any.
I piece together the manically plot all within my head.
Just to conclude , this land of the living bares only the dead.
Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 4:03 PM UTC
Soaking in a soothing bath of hopelessness,
Lies a society accustomed and at comfort with their blindness.
True hate by a malevolent force is protruded.
Through misguiding acts of kindness it shows how truth becomes illuded.
Crys are made by many, though seems not to be heard by any.
I piece together the manically plot all within my head.
Just to conclude , this land of the living bares only the dead.
Chadd dé Von
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