"It is in any bliss, that we forget our tragedies. Yet, he who knows tragedy, will treasure bliss more than those that do not know it."
In those dark gloomy nights / where the moons twilight, / Is a bereaved melancholy / of saddened darkness, / Where spears of life tragedies / take flight to pierce my might, / With those moments of breath where / Zues bolts shadow the light with their masses. / Where lost soul voices / open vortexes of… sign in to read more »
It is by far a great sense of retribution that I met you in seas of sorrow, / Maybe to borrow your fists for those detrimental forced on hallow bullets of misbelief, / In you I find peace beyond that sparkle of stars that are born thus from their father's wings... / Their father being our Sun, / He… sign in to read more »
Within the careless hands of time, lay unrest, unbound inflictions of pain... / In depths of soil grains are stains caressed with blood left behind by those who were. / But, what was the body when life was always sought to be the soul? / If not a flaw ridden temple happy to be redeemed from the clause… sign in to read more »
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