Friday, October 19, 2012

My tale of the most bitter truth

I was born amidst the purple waterfalls
I was weak, yet not unblessed
Dead to the world, alive for the journey
One night I dreamt a white rose withering
A newborn drowning, a lifetime loneliness
I dreamt all of my future, relived my past
And witnessed the beauty of the beast
And as I drink from a cup of mortality
A poison drop in it counts my time
Time pays us but with earth and dust and a dark, silent grave
Remember now, without innocence the cross is only iron
Hope is only an illusion, and Ocean Soul's nothing but a name
Now unblessed, homesick in time
Where have all the feelings gone?
Why has all the laughter ceased?
Why am I loved only when I'm gone?
Now think of me long enough to make a memory
Cause soon I would be freed from care, from all human pain