Golden Walls, Ivory Doors and The Darkest Little Corner
A soliloquy perhaps?
"Depravity, desperation oh the bleakness of dawns desolation."
Light itself fears darkness's encroaching grasp, just shivering in the dew of a new day.
A moment made is one moment more we stay,
as time progresses we warm up,
can you feel it skate across your skin?
A shiver so cold it glows with a purity.
Rest a sure no sin makes you who you are in the end.
Surrendered to the sick feeling writhing under the skin.
Forgo the silver lining that you though existed just for you.
These golden walls of hope and reason just make the sick more sick.
Ivory doors built just for beauty,
encasing the soul in bloody irony.
Yet here in the darkest corner of life we thrive to exist.
Extend your hand to someone who deserves it,
just remember in the end no hand will see you worthy of it.
Man eat man with no surrender.
Running keep running despite the vanishing sands.
Starve yourself and take a moment to feel what could be a soul.
Stop and take a moment to see,
watch the world turn around counter-clockwise.
The damages are done and the story has been wrote.
Yet just in the moment we can all toast.
Raise our melody high and smile at the face we exist in this fantasy, our life is our true dream.
Despite the fear, depravity and corruption that breeds and roils over in what we believe to be our soul.
Just take the moment to see.
this notion of our golden dreams.
this hope we can take with out feeling.
The darkest little corner,
the safest place to just exist.