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Monday, August 26, 2013

Unbalanced Verses

Walk in the darkness, bask in the blight,
You my dear were never ever right,
Now toil and rot, for you are naught,
A pigment, a figment of someone's imagination.

That is how life is,
That is what the truth is,
Nothing is real,
This is a just a dream,
The blight all around.

In despair live the people,
Walking, talking, thinking as they do,
Their whole souls hollow husks,
Words they seem seep through you,
But you just babble on.

Keeping in line with tradition,
You too will give your life,
To the bloody gods of yore,
And the one encased in the black tomb,
He will rest, until the end.

2 comments:

Furree Katt said...

This is so morbid! :O

quartertoinsane said...

it wasnt meant to be that morbid