Oblivion

Concealed with a mask that limits my view, 

I must abide in the isolation,

Until now does my heart withstand the rue,

I long for emotional sensation,

Frigid lips that solely produce silence,

Cold weathered hands extend towards my shoulder,

I peer in my clock that is timeless,

The secrets continue to grow older,

Holding vital information from me,

The aura that surrounds you is dense,

Your back is feeling profoundly heavy,

As I endeavor opening your fence,

My visualization of your soul,

Resembles a body without a skull.

Reviews

[nocool]

this is very nice...
Good job lucy.

~Frigid lips that solely produce silence..
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:) very beautiful

~As I endeavor opening your fence,
~My visualization of your soul,
~Resembles a body without a skull.
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one of my favorite parts..

I have no idea what the rating thing is here (i am new)
so i am putting 100.

[Lucy]

Thank you so much! I appericate the review :)

[alifeacoustic]

Those masks we wear always conceal our view, but we wear them all the same. Those dense auras are dense and heavy, with only glimpses of their inner working visible. Great write, I really enjoyed this. Thank you for sharing.

[Lucy]

Thank you :) Im glad you enjoyed it