Annotations Upon Thy Tombstone
pushed down by the currents of depravity but still i hear thy voice, whispering so elegantly "in the afterlife you suffer with no choice." the words i speak rip and tear through my mind, iv'e watched helplessly as insanity is imperviously designed, the darkness casts love away and leaves everything i adored behind. demons slip through the seams and begin to crawl, wingless angels now corrupted begin to fall, i am the diabolical shadow following closely behind you all. the tormented memories of an infernal childhood where i was grown, when i die inscribe my words upon my tombstone, let it be known, through life i was already dead and alone. when i write tear's begin leaking from my eyes, i may say im fine but there all lies, he dies just a little bit more inside every night he breaks down and cries, helplessly waiting for someone to realize, i pray for help but no one ever replies
Copyright © Alex Hoag | Year Posted 2011
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