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Inner Wonderings of a Morbid Soul
Gone is the day
Soon is the 'morrow
Death is coming
Creeping
Hiding
Darkness inhabits the soul
I like to scream at what I cannot change
Life is drawings in the sand
Washed away by waves
Crashing
Drowning me
I can't breath
Why is everyone gone?
Where am I?
Is this infinite abyss reality?
Or is it as superficial as what God's sheep are too meek to question?
Reality isn't real
I can mold it like clay
I laugh
You call me crazy
But true sanity is not blindly accepting what is easily handed to you on a silver platter
Soon is the 'morrow
Death is coming
Creeping
Hiding
Darkness inhabits the soul
I like to scream at what I cannot change
Life is drawings in the sand
Washed away by waves
Crashing
Drowning me
I can't breath
Why is everyone gone?
Where am I?
Is this infinite abyss reality?
Or is it as superficial as what God's sheep are too meek to question?
Reality isn't real
I can mold it like clay
I laugh
You call me crazy
But true sanity is not blindly accepting what is easily handed to you on a silver platter
Published 10th May 2015
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Reply to "Inner Wonderings of a Morbid Soul":
It is said,
Milk is given to Babes,
and Meat made for Strong Men.
In the end,
all is lost and forgotten...
not forgiven but released publicly.
It is said,
that to reveal all,
means first profaning all.
Yours faithfully Infernus.
It is said,
Milk is given to Babes,
and Meat made for Strong Men.
In the end,
all is lost and forgotten...
not forgiven but released publicly.
It is said,
that to reveal all,
means first profaning all.
Yours faithfully Infernus.
17th May 2015 00:42am
Morbid? This does not quite read morbid, but more like a transcending and joyful spirit. One just back from the abyss with plenty of presents. Insightful and intriguing indeed.
28th Jan 2016 2:21pm
