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Banished in Worlds without Light

Banished in Worlds without Light

A 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
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Lord Chernabog
Lord Chernabog

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I'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..

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