Banished in Worlds without LightA Poem by Lord Chernabog
When night has forever descended, I lie utterly soulless
Moths seek the flame as their grave
Reaching out for a rope to asphyxiate me But time is still a curse, and home is where the sun dies Abandoned Strangled by the burden of life Could there be a realm where nothing is eternity? No breathing, suffocating, living, existing ... I never pray; only decay Realize that hope is a falsity Death met rebirth and now there are no bright skies The air still bleeds for you and I Pain speaks for everything My reason must be a faint lament Living as a plague In the dead of every season, the forest will hear my cries Time is still a curse, and home is where the sun dies... © 2015 Lord Chernabog |
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Added on March 20, 2015 Last Updated on March 20, 2015 AuthorLord ChernabogWAAboutI'm half convinced that I'm not human in so many ways. A reoccurring theme you may notice along my journey on here is that I quite definitely fancy darkness. I wish I could describe myself as somethin.. more..Writing
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