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VAIN BETRAYERS IN PRISMS
So many times I tried
To keep a promise I couldn’t help
But to break with your fractured heart
You’re so lost, devoid like me
Our tree at the cemetery
Remembers the hearse
Driven by the verse
That ferries dead souls to my curse
I thrive inside the heart
Of villains, traitors in prisms
The hounds inside the dark
Are vain betrayers of prisms
The cusp I wrought at the end
From stems that I must ascend
Dismembered by thorns
Driven by your horns
I descend, dawning at your mourn
I thrive inside the heart
Of villains, traitors in prisms
The hounds inside the dark
Are vain betrayers of prisms
I die within your haze
Of villains, traitors of prisms
Will you weep at my grave
With vain deceivers in prisms?
The path you wrought was forged with tears
That I’ve walked every single day
And the rose you place every year
Withers in misery and shame
Do you mourn with enemies
That grieve to bitter melodies
When strummed in the webs
That placate the dread
I envy those already dead
I thrive inside the heart
Of villains, traitors in prisms
The hounds inside the dark
Are vain betrayers of prisms
I die within your haze
Of villains, traitors of prisms
Will you weep at my grave
With vain deceivers in prisms?
So many times I tried
To keep a promise I couldn’t help
But to break with your fractured heart
(c) 2017 Frank Green
To keep a promise I couldn’t help
But to break with your fractured heart
You’re so lost, devoid like me
Our tree at the cemetery
Remembers the hearse
Driven by the verse
That ferries dead souls to my curse
I thrive inside the heart
Of villains, traitors in prisms
The hounds inside the dark
Are vain betrayers of prisms
The cusp I wrought at the end
From stems that I must ascend
Dismembered by thorns
Driven by your horns
I descend, dawning at your mourn
I thrive inside the heart
Of villains, traitors in prisms
The hounds inside the dark
Are vain betrayers of prisms
I die within your haze
Of villains, traitors of prisms
Will you weep at my grave
With vain deceivers in prisms?
The path you wrought was forged with tears
That I’ve walked every single day
And the rose you place every year
Withers in misery and shame
Do you mourn with enemies
That grieve to bitter melodies
When strummed in the webs
That placate the dread
I envy those already dead
I thrive inside the heart
Of villains, traitors in prisms
The hounds inside the dark
Are vain betrayers of prisms
I die within your haze
Of villains, traitors of prisms
Will you weep at my grave
With vain deceivers in prisms?
So many times I tried
To keep a promise I couldn’t help
But to break with your fractured heart
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Published 24th Aug 2017
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24th Aug 2017 8:59am
"Do you mourn with enemies
That grieve to bitter melodies
When strummed in the webs
That placate the dread
I envy those already dead"
my Darkest Lord bravo
on this blackened masterpiece
you sing in tune to the misery of my heart..
love Crim
That grieve to bitter melodies
When strummed in the webs
That placate the dread
I envy those already dead"
my Darkest Lord bravo
on this blackened masterpiece
you sing in tune to the misery of my heart..
love Crim
25th Aug 2017 4:42am
