Cursed be the evening,
in which anger and despair
lead to mourning perpetually
under the night's chilly air
To rise when the eyes see,
the sun's gaze upon the earth
is unwishful to one who seeks rest
thousands of feet below the dirt
Forsaken he is, if that's what he felt,
Hung to the trusses by a belt
let the moment of inexistence
strike once the clock hits twelve.
Categories:
unwishful, absence, abuse, allegory, anger,
Form: Lyric
Dreaming past the fantasized world
Thinking of all unrealistic things
Unicorns with beautiful wings
Flying endlessly in the white, puffy clouds
Coming back in the realistic world
The place where I feel like I don’t belong
Wanting to go back to my unrealistic world
So wonderful that I lose all the pain that I am suffering in
Facing the unwishful truth of no fantasies
But in my world, I feel like they are realistic
Keep dreaming of those unrealistic creatures
In my wonderful, fantasy world
Categories:
unwishful, adventure,
Form: I do not know?