loathing

Enter My Fear

All of the welcoming emotion suddenly dies.
and the darkness shrouds the land in only misery's cries.

 

Enter grief!
A timeless ocean. 
Trapped of despair, trapped without relief
Enter the moon!
Endless racing of the thoughts.
Including you alone, trapped dead inside an empty room

The dead is holding you stiff once more!
Staring into your eyes, never have you felt so gone before

The time comes again, to pit against all that is you
Will you ever find the part of you that is actually true?

Paint the sky bleak
Consider everything we cannot speak

The one painting with the sun I painted as a child is lost.
Reality has broken the barrier, this is the ultimate cost



 

The Shadow of Despair

Folder: 
Volume Three

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The Shadow of Despair

This is about how its all my fault,
A tragedy sealed behind an impenetrable vault.
Mistakes made at every turn, demons lurking behind every corner
betrayed by my own hypocrisy, perhaps someone should alert the coroner.
Blame it on me, my failure your scapegoat, often the whispered joke.

I can feel the sinking of gravity as it pushes down on me,
I can feel the clash of depravity as it wages it's war within me.
The battle cry, the song of death as one day I will take my final breath.
With each passing day, I fail to find the words I desperately wish to say.

I have lost my sight, I have lost my way.
Grew distracted by the web of life,
mesmerized by all of the flashy and fancy lights
and like a month to the candle, drawn towards the flame.

I can run on and on, going no where fast,
running in circles, chasing forgotten dreams of the past.
Can you hear me? Can you see me? Have you become lost?

'Lost to the Shadows'
“Lost within the forest of sorrow,
hidden behind the mountains of pain.
Hope becomes a treasure of faith.
A forgotten lore, a path littered with traps
riddled by reminders of all the past mistakes
haunted and tormented by the few regrets.
My spirit remains strong in this time of chaos,
The desire to live, too survive at any cost.”

Look inside yourself, for the answer to this question.
Should divinity be born as an obsession?
Run the gauntlet and strive for perfection?
Wake up, we are trapped within this illusion, this dream
and we are starting to rot trying to figure out what it all means.

Sealed away in this crazy house, it's a game of cat and mouse.
Born into this mad circus, a game without any purpose
when did chaos reign in order, a storm of war one after the other.
A lone wolf, a lone voice, call it's bluff and make your choice.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

hmmm, okay I had a real hard time putting this into the 3rd Vol. Due to the fact it will more likely belong to my next series of "Lost Treasures" So it may get moved it may not, I do not know yet but I hope you enjoy.