~A DARK DAY~
The crimson fires stillBurn through my eyes
They will forever hold
A small token in my soul
Never free from this
Immortalized hell
were I always dwell,
Everything always falls
From the light and my
World always turns back
To the absence of color black
My thoughts dwell deep
Into this consuming pit
Of emptiness they
lunge at me with
Unseen dark contempt.
I am the warrior that stands
In the blood stains of time
King of the derailed minds
A muse left for the dead
On a desolation hi way
To no where s man land
All people seem to do is
Take and take until me
unravels showing what is
Left deep inside nothing
A empty hole were my
Shredded soul was suppose
to be I open up and unforced
decomposing dreams of
yesterday come in to
play in my head.....
inkmaster
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