My soul now slowly breaks
Off into the cold nothingness,
The abyss glows ever powerfully
Like a phosphorescent wind,
Glowing like auroras dancing
In the winter skies of my desolation.
And yet I have found meaning
In the darkest of days.
When the clouds of death and chaos
Descends upon me like a raging storm,
Gushing, overflowing, in torrents, tormenting.
In the arms of comrades I gather my strength,
To dismantle the despair eating my lungs,
Keeping me from breathing the stardust
Raining down from the ashes of god
The unholy hour will soon be on its head!
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 12:53 PM UTC
My soul now slowly breaks
Off into the cold nothingness,
The abyss glows ever powerfully
Like a phosphorescent wind,
Glowing like auroras dancing
In the winter skies of my desolation.
And yet I have found meaning
In the darkest of days.
When the clouds of death and chaos
Descends upon me like a raging storm,
Gushing, overflowing, in torrents, tormenting.
In the arms of comrades I gather my strength,
To dismantle the despair eating my lungs,
Keeping me from breathing the stardust
Raining down from the ashes of god
The unholy hour will soon be on its head!
