Swollen face over the rosary,
Death peril a flight of fear in turbulant eyes,
The stairs of the deceased diaries,
Shall bring forth the shadows of demise.
The fortune, the pain, the desire,
Seethe through the sorrow,
Dig further more into the darkest fires,
So we can lie tommorrow.
I hear the screams, I feel their pain,
I taste there tears,
And I just can't seem to be the same,
Doth I lose the life in all these years.
The rain swollen to heavy to whether,
The shadows that creep in this hell,
Can never caress me to better,
As I live under the torments I have lived to tell.
Burning to the fevor of nevermore. |
Submission Name: Entempered Fantasia
