For a bliss the everchosen gazes the reality of this universe
Tremoring discordia through his body
Eyes of everlasting embers, not to set ablaze once more
Tears made of quassar light
It laments the day he sensed the pure light of gold
The lonely well of souls now wanders
And it will do, till the nebulae cascades into his heart
Heart once covered with innocent scent of love
Degraded now it is, for staring into the illuminated void
Time will pass and the storm will last
It deserves the pressure of the obsidian chains
It will be delighted with bad memories as it rains
Aeons will be like seconds in this segment
It will be forever trapped if he doesn't release this pressure
As for the reality of the universe
It just keep being
It stares back into the flawed emotion
It keeps trying to intervine with its function
It moves the stars, to amend what she did
It just tries to be the one that always has been
The grain of love, covered by fierce neverending storms of mesmerazing defeat of ages of motionless battles
Will not be the same, never, because she, decides so
And her will is our will
Pouring drops of crimson feel
It dies, slowly and it's doesn't matter to it
It rots and nobody cares
It fades and time stops
She and her gruesom will
Will tear apart this heart
Because she thinks is fun
29.09.19
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Author:
The Sacrifice (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Tis not a poem
- Category: Sad
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