From blood to dust
And potential scrawled on a page,
A foreign remedy
And internal reverie,
What prevents the madness
From overtaking reality?
Overdosing on life,
And stuck in a menagerie
Of monsters
And of shadow
Crimson that taunts
And a melody that haunts,
Spilling over the pages
Until you drown in the memory.
Dedicating this one to somebody adorable that introduced me to the longest album I've ever listened to in my entire life. Kidding, but thanks.
YOU ARE READING
Gracelessly
PoetryAs the tides turn, As the times change if everything is extraordinary is anything? In the end, the truth shines out all her flaws ring and shout. The moonlight shines and in it she falls gracelessly she, soulless, grays eternally The pandemonium sho...
