• alisdaire_ocaoimph 5w


    There's a mighty thundering
    That sweeps these boundaries
    Digs deep upon the soul
    And here cries out upon the air
    The loss of all within
    There's a wearing the grinds
    Brings all upon a massive halt
    Rips slowly apart the fiber of life
    And wears ones skin inside out.
    Damned the inconsistent Enterprise
    That floods the revenue of being
    Drawing deep the sap til gone
    The soul has nowhere left to go
    But to flutter out like a flame upon the wind
    And there in the long silence
    Harkens deaths strong shoulders
    The sweeping edge of existence
    Crumbles away to the pangs
    The last sinew of life
    The last Fair well to life
    And darkness floods
    It's cold hands around
    To the frosty bite
    That taste of Hades.

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph