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The Sun is Setting
The warmth of a dying sun causes the moon to descend into mourning, it's light slowly fading , asunder the weight of the cold is tearing off of this fabric of ambiance that shelters our seemingly vivid reality.
The tears shed reflect its aura, creating somber shimmers of beautiful hope. Lost is an understatement as I am drug into ignorant bliss. Let the light eat the dark and generate sweet apathetic passion, with intentions melancholic at worst.
A lullaby for the beast, set to induce eternal rest, for in death we are truly free. My Messiah guides me with heart in hand into the passage to the heavenly promised land.
The tears shed reflect its aura, creating somber shimmers of beautiful hope. Lost is an understatement as I am drug into ignorant bliss. Let the light eat the dark and generate sweet apathetic passion, with intentions melancholic at worst.
A lullaby for the beast, set to induce eternal rest, for in death we are truly free. My Messiah guides me with heart in hand into the passage to the heavenly promised land.
Published 9th Oct 2019
Author's Note
I wrote this about the passage of death and it's all because I saw the name of an album and decided to write a poem about it, I wonder what you all think?
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Anonymous
9th Oct 2019 11:19pm
Very deep and emotionally beautiful. You've exposed very deep truths. In death we are free. Poem worthy of the great poets of 1800's. Excellent ink.
10th Oct 2019 3:59am
