One of these days
the sky's are going to break
and everything will escape into the night.
Desperate and broken.
Hopless and taken.
Will we burn inside the fire of a thousand suns?
Only for the sins of our tounges?
Just have a little faith
Light a fire,
Light a spark,
And you'll be glowing in the dark.
As if all of the stars
could be brighter.
What would it take for things to be quieter?
When i close my eyes tonight,
It will be to
Symphonies of
Brighter light.
Yet i find it kinda funny,
and i find it kinda sad,
that this is not
about seasons
or about rhymes
or reason.
It is more about
unholy treason,
So here is to an old invention
that we are stuck in,
And many call it Sin.
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The Writings of My Brother
PoetryThe writings in this are all written by my brother. Mainly poems. Feel free to provide feedback, as he's always glad to hear what people think of his writings, good or bad. Marked as completed due to each section being a separate and completed work...
