the daggers are piercing

Jul 10, 2010 19:24

my thick shroud of darkness
cutting through the misty exterior
of a forgotten dream

forboding tunes drift slowly
through the rooms
of a maze of endless sorrow
a mansion of my own design

the flickering light
chase it down an you will find
a bulb that illuminates my soul
the key to my twisted mind

turn the key to find
a child broken before he begins
the journey of a lifteime
the journey to the end

abandoned in his youth
sent to a promised land
of comsumption and regret
a land without love

where is the happy ending
lost in translation?
there never was one
there never will be

just a dark shroud of sorrow
hiding his true face
so someone might love
the mangled beast within
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