The sun has stopped at midnight, Its sky caught in a tapestry of stars And there are certain shadows I recognize.
I am hidden with the secrets of my desires, Alone with the guilt of my soul, The lost wings of the Fallen As I wear a burden around my neck, The fountains can never quench The darkness, The tears are a storm inside me, Because I have fallen from the highest Peak into the lowest abyss.
My dreams are hidden here, The colors lost to me from the Stilled light, Behind a sea of failures I leave the sky behind me, I surface at a destiny sealed by the past, Like the ignorant bliss of oblivion.
And I weep at the boredom of it all.
dark.
Author: The Dedpoet
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Date: 05/04/2020
№ 1208184
Capturing Dark Moments In Sepia
Fall has been my favorite season since seeing the sight of multi colored leaves, laying amongst each other in silent beauty. I guess thats why I loved your hair so much. Auburn with flashes of blonde like capturing dark moments in sepia.
I want so badly to believe I'd decline the opportunity to bathe my beaten skin in your serenity, one last time. But alas, my seas run deep with fleeting hope of you, and me, unbreakable like skyline pines fighting off northern winds, akin to the ebb of leaves painting the fall ground, captured in sepia.
Fall has been my favorite season since the allure of its equinox, balanced out my day and night. Like your touch balanced my strength, hushed my troubles, and gave life to my harmony, equal to capturing dark moments in sepia.
If only for the sake of peace, bask in my elixir at the end, before the sun burns out, and fall turns to endless cold. Before its equinox is lost among the shuffle, the skyline pines give in to the wind and the leaves turn to cinders. Let it be birth into fruition, before the seas run dry, before there is no longer you or I. And let this dark moment be captured, in sepia.
She is deep and coloured with story She was picked accordingly by God like every other She steals any peak of brightness and stores it in her warmth She constantly desires the light that looks down on her She is fed and enriched when she meets the sun She glows and thrives once she meets him. She is loved by many but hated much too, She is a symbol of my culture She will live with me forever
Love is a privilege, never to be exploited. It heals, it protects and secures. It does not spoil. A passionate fire, tender and devoted. A single adoration. It is the light that guides those who have been lost and those who yearn to be found. It is hopeful. It brings beauty to those who cherish it. It is taken when it is given, reciprocated with no distress.
Yet this is no give and take. And the lights can be turned off as easily as they turned on. Blinding the hearts and minds that once saw the vibrancy in the infinite possibilities, And creating an imbalance in the once stable world.
I have lost myself in a darkness, no longer aching for an illuminated path. Only searching to disable these waves of affection drowning my thoughts. And soon I will find, a lack of passion, a lack of hope, They do not lead to hatred. They simply leave me numb. With a pain so unbearable, that there is nothing left to trade.
The light has taken itself away from me, the spiteful light, Leaving behind only the memories of the last visible shadows that once were you and I.
And as I fade into the obscurity, I stand alone with no hope to be found again.
Don't get me angry, because I don't go hulk green My soul will just turn black and I will become obscene What solid of your temple body will come crashing down For word by word, murderous intent pure evil profound I will be the gateway, to your living hell As now cast this, the darkest of spells
Your insults have fallen on molten lava The tears of your mother and father A reptile with jagged tail are you Your teeth dipped in wicked venom Go back to that filth ridden chamber whence you came To the cell next to the Devil, that shell called shame
