Rotting in tranquilityA Poem by TheAimlessWandererI poured my all into this whether that be good or badRotting in tranquility a hunger for chaos a hope for madness in this endless lack of sadness and gladness you pull me in i don't want out i want to embrace your cold dead skin swallow me so we may become one so we can hide from the twilight and dawn and all things to come tear me up inside i want to slowly bleed and die just to feel just to feel for a moment cut my own soul and watch it bleed release it all the swarm carrion all i am is carrion ? please don't put my soul back in reanimation of my dwelling heart annihilate it all collapse the wall watch the world fall release the veil don the mail let the threads dig deep brand my skin with sin immolate my mind of tides of fluxes and cruxes bind me to the calamity fill me with insanity feel the whispers let them become your sword cleaving flesh from bone, become my hollow throne rotting always rotting a call for an end always rotting in tranquility, you reached your goals you payed your tolls the world wore you down all you wear is a hollow crown not casting a shadow on the lake because for you nothing is at stake it is just another life to take so we rot always rotting ,rotting in tranquility never fading away an ethereal blur of a life that remains and all of its indelible pains always rotting in tranquility drowning beneath the sea of light there is sanctification in belief though those words bring no relief there is nothing for me there , there is nothing for me here all i want to do disappear be empty like the world bleed me out please bleed me out let my blood flow through the stream and the void diluted into nothingness as where my soul lies the essence of who i am molded by thoughts and feelings longing always longing for a true smile and a tear a release from all my fears and the contradictions that change with the wind blowing away all that's left. all that remains is this indistinguishable blur, incapable of gaining form just shifting with the winds and storms rotting always rotting in tranquility...
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Added on September 21, 2016Last Updated on September 21, 2016 Tags: Symbolic AuthorTheAimlessWandererBritish Columbia, CanadaAbouti wish it was more clear who i am even to me it seems dim and held together by words that struggle from within the line is much to thin it is crossing over it is crossing over there no space between m.. more..Writing
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