The sky is torn from white to black, my shattered dreams, a soul I lack, distant songs soon fill the air, encrypt my life, I do not care, fairies dance with demon wings, through the trees of terror and wasted things, the bones are scattered across the grave, these are the thoughts we knew we'd save, left alone in the pale moonlight, shining dimly in the shallow night, shadows dance upon the walls, when darkness comes, their hearts do fall, burning desires that weep within, blood flowing down, the final sin, remembered hopes forgotten again, the waves crash harder in the calm ocean, wisdom plays a deadly game, with my life, my love, just all the same, troubles brewing in a lake of fire, to hold you close, my last desire...Birth sign: Aries
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by Chris Sheffler.