Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

Unspoken words refine to unhealed wounds,
Untold feelings rage on broken hearts.
Sympathy you desire, but never recieve,
All of this only makes you stronger.

Being in the light is unattaining,
Yet more loathing than any.
The only comfort is shadow and darkness,
The pathway is shown by the light of the dark flame in the corner.

As the warm rains fall, we shall deminish,
We resurrect those hateful thoughts,
And ravish in the pain.
That secretes from the heart and soul,
Of the children on the streets.

Purity bleeds from the lips of every women,
Who cries herself to sleep.
The demons left behind to make a brave man quiver in fear,
As though he were a newborn child without a mother to keep him.

And in the shadows remains that dark dancing flame,
That sets the demons to rest.
All but, the deathless ones who stay to hear the untold stories,
Of fire and ash in the blackened sky.

Death is the adventure of eternal darkness,
As to where life is the ending and light is your guide back to the beginning.

In the shadows remains the comfort we all seek and need,
Sorrow exists in the hearts of all those who see me.

Hold eachother closely,

Battled we shall be....