***Muffled strifes of the blanched soul,
Pines for redemption to plug the hole.
The casing remains colorful though,
Mere existence, deceiving puppet show.
Malignant now once benign,
Tragic waste of a grand design.
Delicious torments served each night,
Another day onsets another plight.
Deafening silence, everything torn apart,
Hot tears emerge from the frozen heart.
Quiet scream of the desperate mime,
Mourns the arrival of departure time.
Scythe begins to kiss the shell,
Heaven’s calling or may be hell.
Crimson red spills to shroud,
Darkest void now dreams out loud.***
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
***Muffled strifes of the blanched soul,
Pines for redemption to plug the hole.
The casing remains colorful though,
Mere existence, deceiving puppet show.
Malignant now once benign,
Tragic waste of a grand design.
Delicious torments served each night,
Another day onsets another plight.
Deafening silence, everything torn apart,
Hot tears emerge from the frozen heart.
Quiet scream of the desperate mime,
Mourns the arrival of departure time.
Scythe begins to kiss the shell,
Heaven’s calling or may be hell.
Crimson red spills to shroud,
Darkest void now dreams out loud.***
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