Traveler- I thought beneath the shell is I, I grief underneath shepherds lie, to this grief I underline. I bring forth breath in a body that was not planned or asked for. I walk on the statues of the dead I do not belong. In this eye I grieve wondering why like a thieve? In my hands oh king I dream of a night when cold air doesn’t freeze my soul. Forgive me for the words that I speak. We go into the depths. The space between heaven and hell. We dwell in the hills of chaos. I did not ask for what Ive become, A monster searching for his own. Why is hope so far away? A wicked one is lost. I burn my flesh with the hottest coals of hell. I tear away at the past, In my past I seem to dwell. I tell you to die, a new beginning I search. A worthless tongue sets my body on fire. I hope therefore I give light thou energy fills my interest not. My body pours so much blood out of such a small hole, how come belief pours the same? Take control of this rebelling soul. We stay asleep searching in oblivion for faces taking away loneliness. When I know it be my strength. I look into the eyes of this sinner, be my tragedy spoken their thoughts broken. A travelers place walks in the circles where we all travel into the unknown. So into the unknown I will travel alone.
Posted on: Thu, 31 Oct 2013 03:57:12 +0000
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