Poezie
And gone
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In flames of desert i rise
Throughout my dried up spirit
In disguise I fear of the untold
I conceive it as the landscape I
behold, never with an end, less a
beginning
Not contempt I am, in myself within
I feel disilusioned by lack of
life in my enclosed coffin of regrets
Or desire for life, I dozed in tranquil
dark void...
Needless entity of a broken axe
Shunned in life even now quite
nearing oblivien, sadly true, symbol
a large knife, cutting the veils of
my visions.
I dwell the dreams, moaning and exiting
state and state of being, a sequence of moments
ridiculously continually, never ceased...
I danced with the daemons of my pain
I held within... and i try
A sacrifice of me is what I should pray for
And I\'d be gladly be given away by myself
A broken dawn I was, a broken, dim sun,
gazing upon seeming tranquility of the silent
chaos... and i ... and gone
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