They make fairytale.
I make hell.
They dream castle.
I dream spooky citadel.
The line in between,
The reality and imaginary.
I've built a world,
Lying in my wit,
with no one in.
The sky here, never azures,
The stars remain murky.
The moon never shines,
And the sun never rise.
The winds sings; an eerie symphony.
The birds mourn; wildly
The throne vacant,
The crown unclaimed.
No King or queen,
A ruler unnamed.
The line in between,
Self and others,
Doubts, that roam around.
Instict that says to hope,
Dread that keeps pulling back and forth.
Still I rule, yet everything's out of control.
Nothing in power, torment towers.
In fear, light timidly whispers and the reigning dark, yells in its monarch.
The rights seized, shoving in ditch.
Witches are being worshipped.
The line betwixt, no one should cross.
The thunder hinders, no one should spot.
A world with no gain, no sake, only wane and vain.
Run away, run away.
The voices echoes.
but my soul refuses.
The night that radiates warmth, I need it
all.
The bushes that brushes over my skin, I love it all.
The thorns prickes, that emerges blood, I crave it all.
The subtle colour of the room, dark, yet so cozy.
My wish; to live here, for eternity.
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The Silent Screams
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