collapse

insomnia, a cold fear in every second
woeful, weary, methink i'm too close
never had an aegis, i'm ceded to my fate
little stones embracing as if a temple
all these graves are forlorn without funerals

cries tearing the silence of ghastly ruin
i welcome tears shedding for me
feeling their warm, smelling their scent
i have that delight but they offend

i muse, do i deserve these

splendour of morn oozing in my eyes
hope is still alive but i want to die
before i leave myself to its magic
why Angels seer to that tragedy

i muse, dı i deserve these

the waves of that soil drowned me
below the surface, i have new sorrows
it arranged a nw nature...
to atheist this could prove God

i muse, do i deserve these