This. This has always made my eyes bleed thier transparent blood in my past. Yet now, it escapes me. Pale journey. A fading shadow replaces an embracing love. And so, I am. I am all this black that becomes me. Silently gazing the tearless reflection of what was us, I find myself pondering. What is worse, beloved death O mine: To cry a painless song or to simply part in silnence? This. This has always made my soul bleed. ------ Deserted again. You speak to me through the shadows. Walking in closed rooms, using cold words. Captured by the night. The yearning escapes from my embrace. Strange silhouettes whisper your thoughts, scream your sadness. And they all turned away, unable to face more of this death. Credence in my word. Written in dust, tainted by memories. I confess my hope, recognize my loneliness. Your laughter weeps the truth. Push me into corners. Confirming the epitaph of my soul and displaying the once unknown Karma. ------ https://youtube/watch?v=UvUF4UNTFGU
Posted on: Wed, 10 Dec 2014 20:06:14 +0000
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