Originally Posted by Ravenkin
Dream Child
This desolate World so cold,
Why do we not listen?
Culled from the flock,
Sheep lead to slaughter.
Like a Hermit wandering the hills,
I'm laid to rest in the land of the lost.
I plead my case,
Falling on empty ears.
My heart sinks deeper,
Deeper into this trance.
So cold, so bitter,
Depression sets, lay to rest.
The Dream child waits,
On a pillar of mendacity.
Casting hope for humanity,
What a cynical little bastard.
Your morals bind me,
Im past this treachery you ****ing weave.
In my mind entangling,
All thats beautiful, just leave.
Im not your puppet, dancing
Leading others to the shores of fallacy.
I plead my case,
Falling on empty ears.
My heart sinks deeper,
Deeper into this trance.
So cold, so bitter,
Depression sets, lay to rest.
The Dream child waits,
On a pillar of certainty.
Casting hope for humanity,
What a cynical little bastard.
"Not finished i just felt the need to write, and write i did. Not sure if it even makes sense but those are the words that were put in my head, begging to come out. Let me know what you think, its the first time ive never worried about structure or rhyming. I just let the words...flow"
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