The coming days

the coming days nothing to say learn to live through the illusion of delusion, instant reaction thoughts come true nothing to do nothing to do, opening pathwaves of sin nothing to begin nothing to begin. learn to live in wasted places, overgrown hedges revealing edges of sanity's known wandering through this all creeping sounds and voices all are a plenty I'm losing my identity,

wasted days nothing to say drive me away
drive me away. into the blindness of my mind always left behind, crafted axes shallow graves shining blades tied to caves, blood soaked memories clouded reality.
losing it all running backwards is this real enemies fallen shadows fade away into there own hallowed cave, given away

does this all have to be,
does this all have to be,

these memories are daunting stepping through the grim truth these are forever forever forever, dying together together together,

underneath underground it makes a sound
of pain behind the rain it comes out again to take me from within take me as a slave as a death that cannot be saved.
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Posted: Aug 2022
About this poem:
A sort of metal song I'm writing for my brother.

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