By serenity forsaken, beside the edge of my most moribund season. Beyond the gate, warpaths wedging among thick menaces of distress. A crumbling cliff behind, as spectres of resignation were pursuing me above. I begun to drag myself along, choiceless, towards crossroads leading to any sort of inner clash. confident I would have met serenity anew at the vanishing of the smokes of wars to come. Weakened by countless attempts, as many as the gashes on my will, like an armor worn in those unbroken battles, I found myself castaway in one last tide of tears.
By fortitude forsaken when adrift, then sunk in numbed senses. Winter of throes ceaselessly storming over. Pulled deeper down the frozen waters of defeat; those where the murk of thought dwells those where aims come in their burial depths. An assortment of fiends lurk while inhabit that seabed, gathered around tablefuls, amid soulwrecks and mind shreds. They bent me to feed on my own sanity. With them, gnawing the scraps of my reason. The apex of a dystopia: devoured from within my own self; a taint self, grown into a pasture for demons. Me as shepard, but dormant in undying feelings of sorrow and redemption.
By consciousness, in the end, forsaken and misdirected along the overwhelming stream of time. Days lost any meaning, just slipping away before my statuary apathy; infusing me with more bitterness. By an amalgam of non-sights, I’m an internee in a mental cage. No iron bars, just alloys of torment.
I waited for it to crumble down, for a long time, in narcotic grief. Since that last spiritual scourge, I only dreamt about what lies beyond, what keeps spuring us on from behind the scenes, so we can emerge from those acts of our lives.
As stagnation ended its possession, I worn my will again to fight those demons. Victorious, I achieved my ego’s rebirth, beholding an Innerscape renewed.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
