The path of the scapegoat bleeds
His mind descends in disbelief
From the struggle
The calm of the cerulean sky
Guides his ghost
Through this scar
Implanted on the heart of the Earth
The blistering condition of his trudge
Leads him to fight against this grudge
Only the weak will break
Against designated intensions
Beyond freedom
Within the shovelling trail
His malice is neatly divine
That's the struggle that shapes the man
Guile, corruption
lovelorn besets
fearless eruptions
The mind becomes distant
Regain disgust
Shapeless enrage
Fearless eruptions
His embodiment becomes distant
The soul bounds his scorn
Hateful dominion has eaten his essence
His gossamer is now stone and stubborn
The torn sky above still shines
Ripping away at pillowy clouds only to reflect in the communion of oceans below
 Venenum000 · Thu Mar 27, 2008 @ 06:28am · 0 Comments |
