Whispers, Within the Father of Love

Tis alright for the sun has yet to set beyound the sea is what I said; thought And as long as their is a sliver of light in the day then there remains, a ray of hope ~ Yet time kept progressing and they kept marching unto the beat of a surreal song.... As if they had accepted and or were bent upon their own demise in this tamed delusion?! History had seemingly somehow dismantled their dreams within a life of shadows This weight, placed upon already broken wings whom had once upon a timeless time Chosen this fall; now trapped within chains to be bound unto the darkness of it all.... These walls; like ghost cursed to roam through the corridores of a perditious waiting Finalities abysmal fate, carved amid the graves of their minds left bleeding Aneath these continual perceptions while as clinging unto its ever present pain Cancer eating away at the millenniums of nothing but bones which remain; skeletons to bury Themselves in these sepulchers believed to be their destiny, to harvest and then hold!? But what if it didn't have to be that way, is what I said; tis what I thought as, mercy called.... **************************************************************** ....“From, `The Father of Love.`” ~