when i incinerate in the sky let me burn dimly
STREET LIGHT ROMANCE
i'll take to the night with only a candlein hand
lighting the despair dimly as my trail so broadly seen through every window upon these abandoned houses as the leaves descintegrate and the movement is froozen still but the whispers sting as they sink heavily into my earsas they turn to screams echoing the sorrow as it distorts and reforms into and needles sharps memories of my life and they stab my heart injecting my cynide nightmare into my frail mishapened heart and the beating of the living has know been drowned out by the silence as i exhale my aspirations like the air i exhale meangingless oblivious the air filed with empty silence and all the tradgic romances now asphixiated and dead on the lips of living and the trees hang our lost hours and futures our love would take us to like translucent leaves and the branches crumble from screams in the wind the sky is torn like a blanket of white as shards are engraved into it's structure the threads of perfection stitched into something so imperfected as the spiders webs weave me into a scene in a story my own artof suicide as i fall into a velevet lake and quickly i am blacketed by red and black as the sorrow comforts my drowning eyes and sink in the lake of despair as my form is stitched with threads of black and in hidden in the darkness just another lost soul searxhing for a sanchuary unknown as my eyes shut the sky opens to mourning over what was lost and the red glistens to the forlorn skies like a form of comfort from something so tradgic and the street lights burn an array of orange down on a bench a shadow of stark emptiness is left to wait for another sunset upon a full lustful sky of romance but i sit empty
Xbrian shardof glassx
i'll take to the night with only a candlein hand
lighting the despair dimly as my trail so broadly seen through every window upon these abandoned houses as the leaves descintegrate and the movement is froozen still but the whispers sting as they sink heavily into my earsas they turn to screams echoing the sorrow as it distorts and reforms into and needles sharps memories of my life and they stab my heart injecting my cynide nightmare into my frail mishapened heart and the beating of the living has know been drowned out by the silence as i exhale my aspirations like the air i exhale meangingless oblivious the air filed with empty silence and all the tradgic romances now asphixiated and dead on the lips of living and the trees hang our lost hours and futures our love would take us to like translucent leaves and the branches crumble from screams in the wind the sky is torn like a blanket of white as shards are engraved into it's structure the threads of perfection stitched into something so imperfected as the spiders webs weave me into a scene in a story my own artof suicide as i fall into a velevet lake and quickly i am blacketed by red and black as the sorrow comforts my drowning eyes and sink in the lake of despair as my form is stitched with threads of black and in hidden in the darkness just another lost soul searxhing for a sanchuary unknown as my eyes shut the sky opens to mourning over what was lost and the red glistens to the forlorn skies like a form of comfort from something so tradgic and the street lights burn an array of orange down on a bench a shadow of stark emptiness is left to wait for another sunset upon a full lustful sky of romance but i sit empty
Xbrian shardof glassx