I was dilapidated, but still backstabbed in bitterness Though to had vanquished the disdain of living I was assured I had overcome scorchful misery But none ever really ceased, it compelled me in deceit Lured me in existential anfractuosity Emaciated the bareness of my will Now I stare, enthralled by ravenous choirs of self-deprivation Suffering the reminiscence of past injuries, or yet to come For time has vanished, as well as love, here, in this (my) Necrodome All that is left belches of apathy Surrounding humans sometime befall to this aura Intrigued by what seems grimly unattainable Secretly wondering what is that chokes light But there is no pride, for I'm sadness in its purest form Even in my brightest effulgence, I was admonished By mutters of purity, who've pierced my Armour of understandings Oh, I begged for recrudescence, in this life, morose Muted and blinded by darkness, which aggrieves me For none has tasted the pernicious obscurity, as I did, the conceited vengeance We all sought, for it has dissipated in forgiveness Tarnished grandeur I desecrate, from my fathomless scorn I was given birth remorsefully in this antithetical reality Surrounded by worthless contorted visages Who seeks affability and compassion, through my depths Who exist to justify my hatred, to cripple my dreams Wounded shapes averting their gaze, furthermore from truth Gagging in beatific haze, as their insignificance suppurates: But who is skimming retribution? Me? Who's secluded in this cold realm, of creeping calmness? Or the ones masked behind dead lights of fulfillment? I drift away in melancholy, passing by glancing hopes Haunted by macabre flaring disgust Where fragments of idle moments, are befouled with casual anguishes Enticed by dying essence, of spectral lurkers Feeling the liquidity of a soul unrested Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com