Post by seaofgreenvalle on Apr 24, 2012 19:15:18 GMT -5
signs of the end.
are signs ever of anything else?
but an end of what?
These omens with there morals so diluted,
Why do they reveal their existence?
What prophecy do I feel so mercilessly unraveling?
Strands or bonds of fate, snapping, contracting, realigning, give birth to chaos.
Because the Book of Life writes itself and I am but the reader
It's plots bend and twist to it's whim
Twists that begin as small vibrations
Too minute to be caught by a mortal eye
There it is, I see an invisible string being plucked and it's vibration is unorthodox, it feels brave and wicked in it's potential.
It is a turbulent variable and it has come to reap souls... or soul.
Why do I see them?
Perhaps it is a combination of this Bermuda triad of eyes solemn working together.
Be it common sense? Martyrdom? Observance?
or the nostalgic tug of omniscience.
are signs ever of anything else?
but an end of what?
These omens with there morals so diluted,
Why do they reveal their existence?
What prophecy do I feel so mercilessly unraveling?
Strands or bonds of fate, snapping, contracting, realigning, give birth to chaos.
Because the Book of Life writes itself and I am but the reader
It's plots bend and twist to it's whim
Twists that begin as small vibrations
Too minute to be caught by a mortal eye
There it is, I see an invisible string being plucked and it's vibration is unorthodox, it feels brave and wicked in it's potential.
It is a turbulent variable and it has come to reap souls... or soul.
Why do I see them?
Perhaps it is a combination of this Bermuda triad of eyes solemn working together.
Be it common sense? Martyrdom? Observance?
or the nostalgic tug of omniscience.