Wasted sounds of silence

Midnight serenade

sung to the doomed

Broken hill of dreams

laid behind the scenes

over fields of green

forever tomorrows bastard

wallowing in the den of iniquities

clipping angel wings

fell from grace

flat on my face

burn eternal morning fire

end the night

with a glowing haze

follow bloody foot steps

to the summit…

of existence

 

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Comments
  1. well-written. i enjoyed it

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