The Ramblings of a Broken Man

Embrace the void
The derelict shades of gray so welcoming
A pity this world is battered with horrid colors
I swallow hallowed truths ripe with all that is ill with this place
Foreign is the taste of generations bettersuited for the gallows then a wanton display of happiness, a life well lived
Bah! I scoff at the blasphemy displayed henceforth, the rotting of better days hangs upon the breeze like fog
A erudite of suffering best laments the shadowed realms
An acolyte of all things linear
I appease the rambling of lesser gods and smite the just with rage
Oh, why must I barter a fools errand when the destination shines in my hand?
Embracing my hermitage I kiss the blade away