A Mist Cloaked Death
A Mist Cloaked Death2 mins 170 2 mins 170
A vast sheer of demons attained by my fear
Entertained by what I desire,
of late it's no longer my gear
My Shadow, a crucifixion of my dreams
Trapped as a set up to my freedom
My path, enchanted by the horrors of death
Every thought peaking my weak spot
As my legs tremble from a long walking sport
A cheerful smile isn't an expression my face would sort
Time clocked as every moment went pale perhaps dim
My shadow fades away and turns into a corpse
Yes, one that became part of my nightmare, an irresistible reality became part of me in a tale of my untold story
A happy ending is a glitch.
These sorrowful nights dread my mood
I swift to being sacrilege
Switch to off my courage
Not for too long had I realised that at the moment I lived the fateful night, I looked up to the sky and couldn't see neither stars nor the moon. It was empty, I thought of making a wish and not only had I seen the shooting star but it was so dark to think any would gleam. As it was getting dark, air became denser as the moment cloaked. It is time my feelings hid, within the mist rose hate, regrets, fear so was negativity. They whispered about my death. " it's over
You're finished!.. Perish!.."
I was traumatised,
There and then I had no reason to live
I looked side ways, up front and behind
But it was all and the same.
"I'm terrified" the thing my mind would speak, the path led by demons is a remorse. I followed in there footsteps, I heard groans, demons crave for freedom,
The absurdity of my thoughts spoke again.
I became numb and emotionally scared
couldn't vanquish what I felt anymore
From that time I was dazed
Lost and trapped
My concealed life had new secrets.