Poetry Time 4: Evermind

Poem Nr 4: Evermind


It’s I, it’s me, It’s mine.

Time lost. Memories kept.

Beutiful to look at. Horrible to live by.

Twisting the sunset key, we set the darkness free.

Holding a tomb. Hope is heavy weight.

The scars of bygone pride, parasiting all that died.

The chariot is buried in the stick.

Towards where is this light spent. Darkness bent.

Helixfinger Out!