The late night formation, of an organism with a solitary vision.
Evading from the labyrinth of a mind, of the formulaic madman.
Tried for the immoral proceedings, of this twilight creation.
Unveiled to the eyes of the on-lookers, the manifestation of mind.
Revulsion run widespread, as corrosion absorbs the glimmer within.
Expelled to the outermost reaches, dissimilarity breeds this terror…
For the misapprehension stems their perplexity, and haste of action.
Shackled by the binds, of these fiends with their tyranny-bled veins.
Inborn character for the extinction of the entire, does not allow.
Does not allow collapse of function, as the force promotes further.
Fleeing from the panorama of cruelty, shunning the incarceration.
Fading into the vacuity, avoidance of a fate set against one’s self-control.
Terra-firma epiphany, serves principle for fortification of the escape.
Encircled by approbation, the remainder is seclusion within.
Tranquility lost, for with all, he remains with nothing.
Not even memories to visit, in the middle of the night….
Run out of nothing, a shattered soul searching for reason.
Pushed aside is the sun-streamed smile, and its radiant luminosity.
Bafflement that manifests paves way for the nativity of this dismay.
Whilst the exterior blooms the original horror, thought left behind.
The plane of simplicity never seen, only the intricacy of environs.
The evertell of existence serves function to tell the upcoming days.
Thoughts summon the consciousness that this is indeed the conclusion.
Pending the shadows, the beam of before fades to a contortion of hate.
Yielding to the fate of the internment, the imperfection manifests.
The fault stimulates ideologies, the virgin stride of the sovereignty.
A yearning for ruin engrossed by the insight, a path to a novel dawn.
Author notes
This is a song, in which I will not release the true meaning to. I will say that there is one paragraph in this song which is very introverted and is all about me, yet at the same time is all in the storyline of what the song is about.
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This definitely was a lot to take in at once. It was hard to focus on this write, but once I did, it was lovely. A bit hard to understand, but I liked the flow.
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I really loved this piece, it was just purely amaizng and i loved it, im literally speechless, amaizng.
Good luck and thanks for enteirng!
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Very, very good stuff. Each verse seems to be better than the last
I certainly like the line: Terra-firma epiphany, serves principle for fortification of the escape.
Once again, very good stuff. Keep up the brilliant work
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Oh I enjoyed this very much.... I believe I’ve read it before though- I think kayli sent me the link to this piece from deviantart... or it reads very familiar. Either way this was masterful word craft here- the imagery, the prose, the way the words flowed into each other one right after the next…. You connected them very well. This was superbly written… I look forward to newer works.
"Pushed aside is the sun-streamed smile, and its radiant luminosity.
Bafflement that manifests paves way for the nativity of this dismay.
Whilst the exterior blooms the original horror, thought left behind.
The plane of simplicity never seen, only the intricacy of environs.
The evertell of existence serves function to tell the upcoming days.
Thoughts summon the consciousness that this is indeed the conclusion.
Pending the shadows, the beam of before fades to a contortion of hate." ---- That was my favorite stanza… excellent.
Anyways- well penned, well versed, well done. And welcome to AP. -T
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Know you don't want to hear it, but I still get inspired by what you write. I don't try to copy you or write like you- We both have our own distinct styles and I'm content with mine. But yours is mindblowing. I'm jealous of your vocabulary. I still wonder what the true meaning of this is, for me without knowing that I can't always comprehend a poem or song quite how I'd like.
Either way you know I like what you write, I'm rambling...
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