ChronosXII
01-26-2009, 10:54 PM
Sorrow
A blade of ice cuts down my spine.
Filled with sorrow it makes the line.
It writes the words that seal my fate,
and for deaths cradle I shall wait.
With boundless guile it leads my life
through its trials of death and strife.
Antagonizing with unheard hate,
it gouges at the human slate.
Becoming what it wants me to be,
I fall to the ground as hatred flees.
Through hysterical laughter wrought of dismay,
my sorrow rules and I decay.
A blade of ice cuts down my spine.
Filled with sorrow it makes the line.
It writes the words that seal my fate,
and for deaths cradle I shall wait.
With boundless guile it leads my life
through its trials of death and strife.
Antagonizing with unheard hate,
it gouges at the human slate.
Becoming what it wants me to be,
I fall to the ground as hatred flees.
Through hysterical laughter wrought of dismay,
my sorrow rules and I decay.