Tantalizing essence,
of bitterness set free
and lingering sensations
of needing to be.
Lost upon insipid tastes
Existing, but unknown
Defiled from what was wanted
curs'd and alone
Reminisce of the forgotten
temptation of a sin
all out, for the glory,
or the punished within.
Disgraced and subjegated
Locked tight by pleasures key
The highest peak drops lowest
And gods drop to their knees
The mountains they do swindle,
as winds quickly deplete
and your song, it is the beauty
That the angels rightly sing.
Though lowly, soft and deathly
With dwindling decay
The bellowing of sanctity
Raped of its name
Impressionable times,
and regretful dreams
Visions undiscovered
will now be redeemed
Will be held up aloft
Above the purity of pain
To settle inside once more
To fill life's starkest page
Repression is a sin inside,
Melancholy lies
Replenishing the life you knew
Though you were,
never,
really,
Alive! |
Submission Name: Deceptive At Best
