"As long as I have this desire in my heart, I won't strive from my path"
Phosphorous chilling touch from the inner self of the unknown
Lashes from heaven to keep at bay the minds of the unwilling
Void washing out all desire from the body of his
The black fulfilled emptyness from where we come from
Paradise compared to the curse casted upon us
Encaged us in a timeless rupture in this fractal, the space in wich the blood of reality itself flows
Engulfed in souls we do our biding, scarring emotions of all the perished pierce through us
We been here twice
We walk over the same souls
We cannot change what we are
And the third eon is unnavoidable
The cycle in wich I dewel is a mere aspect of the greater void
Lesser infinite line of stressful time, beeing everyone, everytime, always feeling atracted to the nothingness of the self
"A consciousness dictated by the void, cursed in red, I cannot see beyond infinity, thus I look at my past, diverge I will from this path and end the cycle."
19.11.20
- Author: The Sacrifice (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 26th, 2023 21:11
- Comment from author about the poem: Tis not a poem
- Category: Sad
- Views: 12
Comments1
tis wisdom, distilled accessible
thanks for sharing
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