A poem
Take a walk in my Necropolis
Through the forests of wasted dreams. And
See if you can see
Behind the mask
My permanent mask
Wander through the broken lies
And try not to fall into my thoughts.
Avoid the unexpected decay
Of Torment who
I know her well
Will forever loom among your
Synapses of chained lives
And stills your cold, cold heart
But not enough
Too well to be chained like you
And Loss
Who visits frequently and adds
To my Necropolis, combining the twisted parallels
Of my sin
With yours
She cannot take from my Necropolis
The wasteland of dreams
Snapped!
Like the breathes she stole
From you
I wrote this ages ago. Just random with no meaning. The single lines should be italic, but I haven't worked out the HTML yet.
Through the forests of wasted dreams. And
See if you can see
Behind the mask
My permanent mask
Wander through the broken lies
And try not to fall into my thoughts.
Avoid the unexpected decay
Of Torment who
I know her well
Will forever loom among your
Synapses of chained lives
And stills your cold, cold heart
But not enough
Too well to be chained like you
And Loss
Who visits frequently and adds
To my Necropolis, combining the twisted parallels
Of my sin
With yours
She cannot take from my Necropolis
The wasteland of dreams
Snapped!
Like the breathes she stole
From you
I wrote this ages ago. Just random with no meaning. The single lines should be italic, but I haven't worked out the HTML yet.