Disillusioned

When one world falls apart...

…Walls came crashing down
ruins of a fortress, louder than 
thunder
Wicked gods
awakening screams 
of distorted sleep
Nothing but a dream
anger driven 
hope

Desperate
to be free of 
despair

Into the twilight
with nothing but a blinded sight
Harmonious anguish of 
howling moonlight and 
a dead 
song 
sings 
a shattering shrill
Nights of cold whispers
they’re never fading

Nostalgic
memories of the sun

If things were only
built everything upon beauty
then the skies would paint
a warm golden sun…

 

Mek
Nov08