silently the heart begs
pleading with chemicals created above
balancing the known against the past
redoubling the doubt of love cast in hope
lost the mind cries
lost to the doom of a life lived in solitude
what is there to gain
from the senseless torment of a fools withered core
cannot these shadowed decievers
understand the land is ruined they attempt to seize
cannot they precieve
this barren wilderness holds not but weeds
Thorns that tear flesh
And cold that does freeze
Love is a forgotten harvest
burned with the fire of lies and deciete
© Modern Immortality