Dormant eyes that never sleep only find their way to weep,
A broken heart on the mend upon silent solitudes that extend…
My gentle soul enslaved in exile as tears deluge my fragile smile,
Abandoned oblivions in their wake absorbing sorrows in their ache.
Lachrymal lashes that deeply burn loves desires that spritely spurn,
Black veil bride within her mourn reaching out in her selfish scorn…
Amidst the white never black yet the darkened clouds will attack,
Inoculant anguishes of the abyss as for loves embraces are amiss…
Words from the wishing well spewing verses to break the spell,
Dormant eyes soon shall see approaching the moment to be free.
Sept.27.2019
Story of my life in ten lines
Sponsored by: Silent One
Music excerpt from Tool
"Fear Inoculum" Album
Song~Invincible
With Female Virtual Voice
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
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