I hated solitude for the heart beats heavier, a discomforting richness blaming grief. Enthralled, the wind held my skin as pain called, seconds threatening peace as nothing was dear.
Shelter beckoned sleep as the forming wish, but a branch was clouted, a voice leading. A woman appeared, resembling my lost passion, yet a golden spectre whose fair was demeaning.
Mangled pleas were raised to follow her, a quest by night to flare the hearted beyond. What courage should burst from my soul if the moment stirs a deadly sound?
Entering a house scorched and weakened, threatening glimpses damned upon me. Bodies lying in shattered movements, a frail resistance repeating scourges and pleas.
Screaming, as agony threatened to rob pity, the fleeing led me far to unquiet beings. Characters held by a diminished poverty, ministers of deviance blatantly accusing me.
Appalled, found my companions slithered, insanity leading me to a decrepit mourning. A thick mist carried me through a pestilent slumber and I fell, leaving hope searing, sowing… ashes flowing. (Time reaps minds)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
