Gothic Illusions
Forced delusions
upon yourself
Dark clouds the aura
of your health
Pessimism
is your only schism
Though rainbows refract
thru crystal prisms
Time and time
again you cry
Bemoan the world
you want to die
But deep inside
there is hoping
Something scoping
despite your doping
You try to conceal it
With cloth of black
But light can't be hidden
It flows through cracks
Your suicide yells
From the depth of hell
Give way to the chiming
O' Holy church bells
You've been cocooned
Let the ashes fall off
Let the shells of flagellation
Grow fragile and soft
Time for new beginning
Time to end sin
Time to live your life
Let light shine again
2007-11-01
16:30:29
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