in the night, upon clad soil, desolate skyline;black and errie,
amongst the mist, you walk, morose than ever, alone in your thoughts,
alone, the forrest weaps for you, the wings cry their sorrow unto
the moon, your tears, are shrouded in the rain, upon the storm you cry
out your agony, agony that falls upon deaf ears, the soul, bound and tied.
wrapped in the bile of society, bleeding within, crying within, still you
walk, in the storm, soon dead, the night, she offers you solace, in her
black canvas, dreaming away, your spirit sighs in anguish, your eyes
fixed upon the desolate skyline, in the moor, your mind, an enigma..
your soma wonders for a moment, only to be taken away,by those who
lied, those who destroyed, head lying in the palm of your hands,
tears streak your beautiful face, the sunsplash of dawn caresses
your soma, the forrest, still weaping sighs in agony, slowly you
make your way down the clad path, the trees offer the shelter from
the harsh daylight, in the stain of mind, you weap, regrets are left,
your innocence torn asunder, your heart trampled, your soma left stained,
soon sets in twilight, a sigh of relief in the night, she waits for you,
your comfort found in desolation, peering into the empty sky, your spirit
soars away, away from the agony, away from the pain, away..







 


