Thursday @ Thursday, January 27, 2011
the night skies felt like it hath never been darker.
with the fleeting hope of vengence compelling me ,
still , i`ll do my best to recollect myself ..
what is it that im chasing? am i chasing anything at all?
Or am i simply drowning myself in revenge still
avoiding the horrifying truth ? locked up , in the sepulchre
i created myself, in the ocean with brilliant dyes.
i hath dug it so deep, till torned and weary ..
i hath lost the only thing that made me feel truly alive.
Are my hands responsible? Are these?..
my sweet redemption , my atonement of guilt.