A Lonely Place Of Dying
A tale within,
leaving places of misfortune,
Telling what is all left.
Right from a stillframe of the whole picture.
Buring sheets of the unknown matters,
of it all taking down holes,
Searching for a cause,
Tairing the walls all behind,
Reaching for the calms,
Trailing the roads left behind.
As we rejoice within,
the room filled by saviors,
that blind the eyes,
that are to see frames,
Telling their tales.
To Never take the souls buring within,
Raising the types born to fuse.
Ready to lose a lost forever held.
Written on the tombs of buried lies.
All entering a lonely place of dying.
------- Author's Notes -------
this poem is about the times at my band practice, its just so hard at times, cause of certain events happen. The "tale" being the band practice. "A lonely place of dying" the mood felt in the area.
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