Tired & Writing
Feeling tired while listening to music and had nothing to do for a few minutes, so of course I started writing. Not sure what title to give it thus far, but here's a few lines of it. I'll add more later when I get a chance.
A shadowy inferno sailing on winds that devour the heavens like summer rain.
Memories of grace scorched, bleeding thoughts open where floodgates fall.
Many were taken whilst slumbering in the darkness where dreams abound.
A great time of shared tribulation when the former sight one can no longer ignore.
The vacant sanctimoniously flock to the lone house of redemption for all to behold.
Serving no master but their wrath, soon consumed in the chaotic reality of sanity.
Morality a forgotten memory, a sinking island in a sea of man's propensity for evil.
A shadowy inferno sailing on winds that devour the heavens like summer rain.
Memories of grace scorched, bleeding thoughts open where floodgates fall.
Many were taken whilst slumbering in the darkness where dreams abound.
A great time of shared tribulation when the former sight one can no longer ignore.
The vacant sanctimoniously flock to the lone house of redemption for all to behold.
Serving no master but their wrath, soon consumed in the chaotic reality of sanity.
Morality a forgotten memory, a sinking island in a sea of man's propensity for evil.