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In the dark there was still a light,
I saw it when I opened my eyes,
And it was the only way I knew my eyes were open,
Suddenly, it became more precious to me,
Beyond my barrier awaits something more,
Beyond these bars of a self-appointed safety,
There is a garden with the reapings of a past life,
Fruitful yet gray,
Most befitting myself,
knowing only my own terrain,
But despite the gray,
The flavors were fresh,
And the scents were sweet,
Colorful with mere existence,
If it existed.
A sound,
Of water, of silent erosion far away at the rocks of a river,
And my mind has come back again,
The weighing of a burden,
Pulling me away from my Eden,
To someplace growing in coldness,
To some place of my death,
It is cooling, and accepting,
And finally I'm submerged,
Where there is no light,
Or maybe, where my eyes have been welded shut forever.
And to no surprise, the emptiness has comes back,
And there is no pasture of gray,
Much better than pitch black,
But my numbed limbs drag behind me,
As my body floats down a river of black fire,
Lost in silence, alone in the ashes,
Betrayed by my own false memories,
The end of me as we speak,
For the heart is eclipsed,
And my mind is corrupt,
And now my eyes are closed to the beauty of truth or ignorance.
- by MiseryZombie |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/19/2009 |
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- Title: From Hell
- Artist: MiseryZombie
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- Date: 08/19/2009
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