the lot.

[rewiiired]

In need of something hopeful
so I decend to quiet screams
pacing in the back of my mind
among the corpses you called dreams

shake the ancient tree again
just to see what fruit might fall
cast a long line into deep waters
see if there's any life left at all

choking on words as a lotus opens
caught and wound in a web of thoughts
taken away by the emotional cyclone
is there anything between these floods and droughts?

trying to step forward
keep on falling back in the swamp again
Got to keep trying for the road never traveled
for I know where the path of least resistence ends

I've touched that dirt-stained gravestone
I know its cold as ice, but can't see the name
I feel the heartbeat beneath the loose soil
my lullibies the haunting durge song
at a volume that buries the blame

a broken and blood-stained mirror, I know
lies buried in a casket six feet beneath my feet
I know I'm crouched before my own lot here
below are your wounds of truth,
here I am to bleed.

 

[Altermind's]

Again you are very reflective and vivid. So maginific beauty of your nature make all places in Multiverse, until the swamps planes, of our soul too, a place to glimpse.

 

[BrightEyesIsMe]

I think that was one of the best I have read in here ever. It reminded me of a place I used to visit deep inside of my mind when life was not well. Very nice