Travesty

form a dramatic pause a stranglehold is clenched less of nothing now gone dream a lesser cause No growth in the eye of the storm see clouds before our eyes obliterate our begotten means dust clouds settle in the sky turmoil of a forsaken dawn to wither the storm see our green turn gray as means just fade away the circle now is broken abolish what was cleansed No growth in the eye of the storm see clouds before our eyes obliterate our begotten means dust clouds settle in the sky turmoil of a forsaken dawn to wither the storm tumble our mighty frost giving all that we treasure tell our tale of deceit and lacerate what we pleasure

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

confiscating memories i grasp beyond the frozen years of denial seeing through the foretelling eye to sanctify what is not real blinded by false illusions subjects my self to fear enduring the painful thoughts lasting throughout the years immolates—of a dying mind lobotomized—throughout time scorned and outcast by a false society with no compassion unable to see the truth deceit malicious persecution no willingness to think around barriers of thought preservation twisted and bent to satisfy a no-winning situation immolates—of a dying mind lobotomized—throughout time scorned and outcast by a false society with no compassion unable to see the truth deceit malicious persecution no willingness to think around barriers of thought preservation twisted and bent to satisfy a no-winning situation through the cold and the lies lost in my darkened paradise

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025