Immorality grasps the name of me
It hides in the remote places of the night
It flows into the breeze, sinisterly
Caressing the sorrow of the empty space
That fills my soul so cunningly
Demonic nightmares dance into my sleep
Groping through the darkness
Casting shards of pain into my mind
As my last ember of hope is but a dream
Consuming my thoughts with hazy tranquility
Two souls -- torn assunder long ago
By the painful downfall of our innocence
I reach out for you in the night
But my hand reaches mere nothingness
I call out for you
But the echos of my cries fall on deaf stone ears
I lay beneath a snow-covered grave
In winter's deathly chill
Just at the moment when it feels
there is no way back
I wait
Consciously enveloped in hopelessness
and anguish...
But subconsciously waiting...
for that drop of melted ice
that will usher in the renewing season
of Eden's first breath
The spring of our souls
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I love this! The sense of hope in the end...almost lost, almost given up, almost fallen...but there is still hope if there is waiting.
Your words are descriptive and wonderfully put together, they all fit and tell a beautifully sad and painful story.
And yet there's still even an underlying sense of tranquility within your writing...I think that's just part of you
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