Betrayal of a GiantThe birth of a God, Drawing a path of saffron jewels and nymphs,covering the bloody land unfolding under his feet,The static pulse of cheering in his ears,Those who feared and hid for so long,Pounding in his chest as he celebrates,As he rejoices for his well deserved faithLet if evolve, let it prayThen let it burn, let it dragThe birth of a tyrant,The one who carried their world on his shoulders,Adored for a day, massacred the next,Sincerely believing in the flames of their eyes,The praises they sang for his simple breathsCrushed under their unworthy, viscous words,Stabbed by the arrogance of their thirst.The d
HollowI'm hollowed to the marrowTorn apart by this constant wind of emptiness,My eyes seeking for the answer of a better tomorrow,The malevolence of a disapearing blissGripping the infinity of a starless nightLost in a sphere of never ending tormentsRiving the scale of an excrutating morosity.Struggle and despair you carryEuphoria and passion you exult,While I can share nothing but a gapAttached to a breeze Falling into nothingnessFatigued by the time flowing Hollowed to the marrow
Dysmorphic IllusionsInvisible marks and singular traitsRemnants of a twisted figure,Entangled, trapped in a stormy mind,Of profound scars and grotesque illusions.Tortured by the sight of your own reflection,You wander in a masquerade of gorgeous liesCovering your face with chatoyant veils,Tampering with the velvet crimson of your lips.Despite the brightness of your gaze,The softness of your words,You still bury your shame in cold pretends,Those you praise with all the might in your being, but so profoundly, wholeheartedly despiseThose who are softly piercing deeper into your soul,Until, at last,The look of your own shell becomes unb
DementiaDementiaYou there, in the cornerDark eyed phantom, maniacal sweetheart, Trumping in my head like a frantic hammer.The squall, echoing in my ripping soul,Vibrating in my lungs in a whole new laughter.I see you as you are,But you've been told otherwise,Yet my eyes can see the shadows in yours,the child that once was, lost in the agony,of a tomorrow you think would never be.You're still smiling at me,exhuming the warmth of a blissful memory,I want you to be free again, blessed againAnd enjoy the bright path leading you,To the moment your existence brightens this rotting world.Despite the heaviness of your past, yo
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