Facade of gloom, with velvet desire,
I may presume, heartedly what I digest,
It is not based on what I know, nor on what I see,
Merely I bestow, what treacherous knowledge I have gathered,
Scouting this confusion, following the mourning echos,
I have come to a conclusion, making dread such a pitiful word,
What I digest, what I consume,
What I know, what I presume,
Has become weak in that mirror state..
If I knew, of that lonely facade,
If I gazed, at that lonely facade,
If I listened, to that lonely facade,
I might have found the slightest of emotion.
I apologize for being so late. |
Submission Name: Blind
