The moon sets its blade upon my head
Lighting the depths of my empty soul
I am not alive, neither am I dead
Inside my mind's castle hollow bells toll
But when the wind blows its howling horn
Among the void you will be reborn
And when I feel your life in my veins,
The shattered sun will shed its bloody tear
Entangled by the endless beginning's chains
I'll silently whisper into your ear
That as I was once lifeless and torn
Within you in darkness I will be reborn
Charmedwishes...
Blessed be!
No comments:
Post a Comment
“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.” - Albert Einstein
Your comment is very much appreciated. Thanks for visiting. Please do visit my blog again!