#thegreatwar
*Sweet whispers, unlock me
Set free my dark misery
Sweep paths full of mystery
For truth is a devil.*
It's not a rush you feel, it's fear
A darkness prevailing, soon to be near
This kind of madness, will claim you for years
And all I can say is, "Take cover, my dear"
It's not unknown, you've heard the calling
A seductive moaning befalling
Begging for directions, pleading
That you take place leading
A soft greeting so fleeting
That you've been intrigued
But I sense that this meeting
Will leave you fatigued
And the kind of horrors you shall view
Shall leave you believing
Red has only one hue
That of life leaving
And those villains knew
They've become you
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC