Amongst the stabs of metal
and flashes of information
An escape finds the seeker.
The wind whips the green
And the water carves the rock.
Amidst the silent destruction
Screaming thoughts abound.
They rip the absence of the mind
And fill it to the brim
They whisk in and out
Only surrounded
By the soundless escape.
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
Amongst the stabs of metal
and flashes of information
An escape finds the seeker.
The wind whips the green
And the water carves the rock.
Amidst the silent destruction
Screaming thoughts abound.
They rip the absence of the mind
And fill it to the brim
They whisk in and out
Only surrounded
By the soundless escape.
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