In the land of the lost and broken Stands a man, a token Born brave, the chosen Among the slaves that still remain Trapped in a false paradise to this day.
By Obi Abassi5 years ago in Poets
You get up to look in the mirror To see if you’re still here But come to find fear Looking back from within the mirror.
Guitar strings make my fingers bleed All of these riffs and taps is all I need Heed with steed noblemen of free These might be the last strings to make me bleed
Winds whistling, winds howling Claws scratching, something's growling Off in the distance, away in the night The beast of darkness masking the light
Amongst the trees I could see divinity and Chaos dancing in my dreams And her twisted shapes Moving through this space
Moonlight shines down and reveals the ash of dead souls as she and I walk this land alone. Screaming terrors awaiting in the darkness