Pandemonium
Beneath these soft scars of past battles
Where the anger leads a collaboration of chaos.
The voices cry in a pandemonium,
Making every vein ripple in angst.
Should the knife fall down,
Crimson blood on the ground,
I know inside this breath cries foul,
For denying this woeful soul a chance,
To walk under the stars at night.
For not giving the dreamer’s wish,
A shining light in which to shine.
Instead the nightmares lash and burn,
Decaying that beautiful mind.
And into the night the shouts are cries,
Sounds of demons reminisce of that life,
And in a Pandemonium their heart breaks.
02/06/05
16:15 |