♥ , a c i d i c t e a r s.

Date : Wednesday, March 22

Dirge

Once upon a year gone by
Left behind a child’s cry
No remnants left, no hope to grasp
All people’s cares have all been passed
As hope sleeps in sorrows bed
And sadness lies in anguish wed
No thoughts considered past point of bother
As yonder child’s left lack of father
A mortal’s passion burnt to ash
The humans’ world doth seem collapsed
To elves the grief may lend inquire
But to no marvel doth elf inspire
In pursuit of fate down trodden
The heart appears with blessings rotted
A graven scar nigh depth of form
Grow buried wishes pierced in thorn

Naomi S.J. || 4:04 AM

Date : Thursday, March 16

We dont understand finality

In concrete and in the ground
The headstone lies in silenced sound
In cursed fate the dead do lie
As on the earth those left behind cry
The left behind, they’ cant conceive
For they are blinded and have been deceived
The world, it tells them, of magical curiosities
But such lies they leave only coming atrocities
The left behind will be in pain
For they are taught of fruitless gains
They walk a carpet set by the kings
For whom we think can see great things
But below the carpet there lies a ground
The ground at which bodies are found
Below the surface of conscious perception
We only believe in the kings deceptions
In concrete and in the ground
The headstone lies in silenced sound
In cursed fate the dead do lie
As on the earth we are left to cry

Naomi S.J. || 3:27 PM

Date :

Fight for Life

The snowflakes fall onto the concrete benches swift
And flurries hustle in taking promise of Heaven’s joyous lift
The bluebird rushes to the oak trees tallest, lone post
And screams to the tower in a most refreshing coast
The town folk freeze at the melancholy bluebirds scream
And in the river beside the dock, the fish they swim upstream
Fighting, until bloody, the current to reach their blessed oppose
To mate and therein gain the life of which the world bestows
The bluebird rushes through the white city of busy folk in wonder
And floats up to the sky of shocking cloudless asunder
The snowflakes cease to fall as the bird fleets through the haze
All the while the fog does thicken and all sights then turn to praise
No street light can settle the choking silenced sound
Of nature defying reality, a vine shoots from the ground
Again, the snowflakes fall onto the concrete benches swift
And flurries hustle in taking promise of Heaven’s joyous lift.

Naomi S.J. || 3:16 PM