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Tremors of the Past
Rain keeps falling like endless thread
Its sound beats on tranquil pavements
Reflecting beams of shades of red
To alleviate this dreadful moment
It was the same as other mornings
To wake up in these empty feelings
Being naïve, I gladly accepted defeat
Now I can’t even stand on my feet
I have been walking for a long time
Deserted streets everywhere I turn
Hoping one day somehow I’ll find
As I quicken my pace in almost run
Torn between fate and thy duties
My life’s wasted of crooked beauty
Reaching for stars in heaven’s veil
Like moving trains on twisted rail
Every step, I’m holding a balance
Maybe it’s my place, under the sun
In many sins, longing for a chance
That you’d take me, hold my hand
Sometimes I questioned the Divine
Sometimes I doubted, God of mine
Sometimes I searched for any sign
And drank my blood like bitter wine
In a world of lies and deceptions
My sorrow’s a willing companion
Viewing life with such aspiration
Trying to court my own damnation
I am the one and solely to blame
For raising hell, upon this earth
All the gifts, I turned back in shame
I must suffer the inevitable death
Its sound beats on tranquil pavements
Reflecting beams of shades of red
To alleviate this dreadful moment
It was the same as other mornings
To wake up in these empty feelings
Being naïve, I gladly accepted defeat
Now I can’t even stand on my feet
I have been walking for a long time
Deserted streets everywhere I turn
Hoping one day somehow I’ll find
As I quicken my pace in almost run
Torn between fate and thy duties
My life’s wasted of crooked beauty
Reaching for stars in heaven’s veil
Like moving trains on twisted rail
Every step, I’m holding a balance
Maybe it’s my place, under the sun
In many sins, longing for a chance
That you’d take me, hold my hand
Sometimes I questioned the Divine
Sometimes I doubted, God of mine
Sometimes I searched for any sign
And drank my blood like bitter wine
In a world of lies and deceptions
My sorrow’s a willing companion
Viewing life with such aspiration
Trying to court my own damnation
I am the one and solely to blame
For raising hell, upon this earth
All the gifts, I turned back in shame
I must suffer the inevitable death
Published 16th Mar 2015
| Edited 5th Mar 2017
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16th Mar 2015 10:05pm
there is still time to repent. some tremendous lines in this, blood like wine...
16th Mar 2015 10:11pm
Thank you for leaving a line Brother.
One day tears will dry and peace will be found.
One day tears will dry and peace will be found.
17th Mar 2015 5:28am
Doubting the Divine... A thing I struggled to fight until a boy I had a class with asked if I had a "true" God(because of my bipolar disorder). He's one of those overzealous religious people, shoving things down my throat. I wondered if God hated me for a long time. But eventually I found my way back. I hope you do to, sir, if you haven't already. :)
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19th Apr 2015 11:13pm
This is amazing, I relate to this so deeply.
20th Apr 2015 00:19am
