RandomPoems

Walking down a silent path

Through the scars that mark your heart,

Through the ashes of a life

That is never cruel enough,

When the Lonely brings her knife

And when Death just lift it high,

Just before you see the light,

Just before you say goodnight...

 

Buried deep behind that gate

there's a place you dreamt about,

Buried deep inside your grave

There's the last chance to get out

From the pain that holds you down,

From the chains that burn your skin

From a world of frozen crowns,

Golden chains and empty thrones,

Hardened hearts made of stone,

House of cards built with lies,

Built by paper men playing god,

Till they have to unclose their eyes,

Till they see no Gods exist