O’er the horizon of discolored beauty and impassive desires I can see the break of a new day the start of an old beginning and the end of a fallen admiration yet nothing seems different I run my hands across the crystalline lake staring into it’s endless abyss my reflection blurred by the tiny ripples as my fingers dip into it’s coolness my face dirty with unfaithfulness shines brightly in the water bellow but I know not who stares back at me My eyes close as the rain begins anew clouds begin to circle above churning in the dead of night thunder rolls in the distance while the sky is illuminated with fulguration So this is what it feels like to be alive it feels no different then being dead inside where is the promises that came with lust? Where is the desire that was sworn to me? Has happiness shown it’s unholy light the light that brings men to their knees and builds those who weep to their feet has it been shown unto me this autumn eve? For I am on my knees yet have not arisen to grasp hold of tomorrow nor to discourage today or even to treasure the past will I live to tell the secrets that I know now? Forgiveness is a torrent of mistrust but what is left to believe in when nothing real seems fake once more? I know not what inevitable circumstances await me but as for my dreams they shall burn inside of me nevermoreBirth sign: Not entered
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