The song of DOOM sings and falls,
the cries collapse against these dreary halls;
as we are made to stand in this disaster,
wherein their hands close around our laughter;
so silence till comes the cry to rejoice,
silence till comes the melodic voice;
of sweet sweet justice placated in gold,
telling the tales our history foretold;
weaving webs around little tendrils of lies,
bringing thyself a target of thy despise;
creating a euphoria of absolutely mayhem,
wherein there will be no opportune to save thy maven.
YOU ARE READING
poesy of doom
Poetry❝ why is nurturing sorrow like sprouting a tree, why are we not the humanitarians that we would like to be? ❞ ━ my book of poesy that drips of the warmth of saturn; the wrath of hades. do not read if you are not prepared to embrace this cryptical gl...
