A blinded serenade, fallen upon deaf ears
Forgotten is the beauty, the purity, the pain
As first fallen snow shimmering in the moonlight
We fall, into darkness the sprites dance
Transcending the simplest of things, she breaks through the wall
Allowing a single tear, falling from ones cheek, fading upon a finger
Standing still, spiraling into mass confusion
Questions never answered, answers without questions
A philosophy of doubt within the psychology of pain
Wondering why, wandering throughout the passage of bliss
To find oneself at the gates of torment evermore.
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Here you will find mostly the poetry I write, possibly some bitching and complaining about whatever is going on in my life, but I usually keep that to a private place... So enjoy, feel free to leave comments if you like.
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