Enveloped in my own empathy I strive for truth in solemnity this everlasting feeling captivates my every cell as time drifts slowly into some pitless hell what must have been created from life an undying soul that creates mirth and causes our own existance to be questioned an unanswered lie the truth still in my eyes I have found the key into the circle yet know not how to escape from the inside until reincarnation pulls me back but my soul is weary and I cannot go forth again another toll on my sanity that lies in a single thread yet she keeps encouraging me on to find the answer she knows I'll bear such a sphere of knowledge every secret ever kept by man left in the wake of its empowering being but what is it she sees within my mind my powers only limit myself to my own succession never seeming to grow too far in one lifetime and restarting with each new life a mark that is given from birth it grows from whence it was triggered damaging my own aura each time I create this heavenly demise the life filled struggle of what I've been granted my own words left smothered I have fallen yet she kept pulling me up I have changed yet she kept giving me life I have taken yet she kept giving I have Darkened yet she kept me in the light what is it I'm giving back why must I continue on this path I have not come to the fork not a step closer yet still, her patience I do hold always returned to my dreaded place when I'd prefer to stay inside the sphere my hope not always returns It must be found each possible time do I hope its there do I hope one day to stay behind too old, my withered mind too young, this new decline
Aeolith · Fri Nov 16, 2007 @ 08:53am · 0 Comments |