Frozen blood and half dawn
Long forgotten wood and rust.
Sails breathe and reek of home
Naive and frail. Oblivious to storm.
Burn to Build. Build to Burn
Sang a chorus of ash and dusk.
Embers suffocate within clutch of dark
While dancing to hope, oh so stark!
The burden of a thousand dreams
Alight with a million suns
Irony is what rings the final bell
What warms, chars as well.
Conceived with the lust of blinding stars
They say, I was meant to stand tall in light.
Shadows shape me, the grey claims my make
Death draws on my lower lip, for memories sake.
Frozen blood and half dawn
Long forgotten wood and rust.
Infinite is abyss, so is home
Solace is the eye. The lap of storm.
P.S. Earnest gratitude to Florence and The Machine, for inspiring the title of yet another post.
Long forgotten wood and rust.
Sails breathe and reek of home
Naive and frail. Oblivious to storm.
Burn to Build. Build to Burn
Sang a chorus of ash and dusk.
Embers suffocate within clutch of dark
While dancing to hope, oh so stark!
The burden of a thousand dreams
Alight with a million suns
Irony is what rings the final bell
What warms, chars as well.
Conceived with the lust of blinding stars
They say, I was meant to stand tall in light.
Shadows shape me, the grey claims my make
Death draws on my lower lip, for memories sake.
Frozen blood and half dawn
Long forgotten wood and rust.
Infinite is abyss, so is home
Solace is the eye. The lap of storm.
P.S. Earnest gratitude to Florence and The Machine, for inspiring the title of yet another post.
