Poem by Joyless from the album Wisdom and Arrogance
I walk towards thee Away from the sullen despair Where for reachest thou Not thy hands out As to save me from death Thou my only friend
The angelic form wept Bruised and bewildered And my dreary steps now seems heavier than ever
I see the same thing happen over and over again I feel everything around me culminate
No heaven No angels either I cut off my own white wings and further down I fall To lost and empty sceneries The frozen tapestry reduced to nothing I enter unwillingly
Joyful am I unknown by all but thee A dream woven perfectly into the eye unified A butterfly
Soaring the perfume air of spring at last in bloom Covet to depart from reality And all the dark fantasies Pure at heart
These wounds can never heal These wounds cannot be sealed The torments I've endured seemed endless Like the nights through which I wandered sleepless And never can They wither
These hands can never heal Maybe you can A destructive force indeed Like the nails through Jesus once Just a single smile Or someone that cares Unlike all the while
Mirror Arth thou my enemy? Arth thou my murderer? Or arth thou nothing? But an illusion I can reach beyond
Love Arth thou my saviour? Arth thou my absolute? Or arth thou nothing? Like the ones who came before
Death Arth thou my destiny? Arth thou my sanctity? Or arth thou nothing? Like the hollow state I know
Butterfly Arth thou my fate? Arth thou my manifest? Or arth thou nothing? But the perfection of myself
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