Tag: Nascent

All my excuses are slowly burning out In an ashtray, all smothered, dead Nothing to hide from when I'm alone ...

Should've embraced The ambiguity Denying the day's Ordinary chaos My eyes sewn yet I see Discomforting agony Seventy nine stitches ...

You speak to hide the masks you wear All you gloat is to have it your way Tempest ablaze, curtains ...

When the moment comes to light the way To stop the mourning, to slow the decay But you'll remember everything ...

I'm tired of seeing, hearing those insolent acts Hollowed intentions infesting the human mind Corruption seeping from hearts of men ...