Awaits beyond the clouds,
My ebony spring,
Break down bleak truces furthermore,
Shattered glasses shriek,
Two crimson hands caress nightmares long,
Cut down thy own hands stranger to me,
The wastrel’s blasphemy descry,
In wrath burn in thy cauldron hollow,
Snatch the syllables thou see,
Eternal gloom invite,
And behead with draconian grin.
In rags thy elegy now I sing,
Alongside the deep, the light derided,
End in the ashes my spree,
The lesser mortal is me,
The words I waste not in apology,
Deprive me more? ...But I am empty.
I’ve killed thee tonight,
I can sigh,
Mark me unforgiven,
I’ll embrace beyond the clouds,
My ebony spring.
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u are quite tough to understand my frend..bt very simple n easy to feel.....the feelings are dark...s i nite hv said sev times b4 ..bt still i love them...after all d fun i supose is wen there is a mist enshrouding d words so that d mist washes away our rigid rationality and enables the mind to release its tentacles of thoughts...anyway plz keep blogging n i promise il b regular from now on....
tk care
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