Every Goth thinks they're a poet :)
00:30 May 14 2007
Times Read: 551
STILLBORN
Entering in spite of Rowes and Wades
No hose and sink, unwanted yet chosen
No lessons learned, but spiritually alert
I think, I wonder, somewhere it was understood
See, Love is supposed to work
Unconditional love, the love of a child
How the hell, did we get so old,
jaded and so cold
It's not designed to be this way
I think deep down, we know
This world, our lives, so much to grasp
Who played this false, stacked the deck
When was it stolen away in the night
Leaving a bloodless corpse in its stead
Crowds in life, and in our homes, so many
It's hard to find ones self alone, isolated
By familiar faces, once warm arms, hands, lips
It is by this visage that one becomes abandoned
Hearth, heart and home now become the other
I think the old toast, so old now, was prophecy
For in it hearth has turned to
'Lofty timbers, the halls around are bare,
echoing to our laughter, as though the dead were there'
I believe it was not to be this way
Is it? The why's that it is, brings no comfort
I never dreamt life could be death
To rot without release, an end
Clinging, with no promise, no hope
No trust in God anymore
And no one cares, that He trusts in us
Is He a fool, or does he know how to love
His clergy all the other, now
His flocks flee the shepards
The shepards carry knives
No
History repeats
What were the options at the start
Was it really an escape, or delay, forestalled
I wonder...
I think, sometimes
Salvation means abortion.
To remain is to be
Stillborn.
© Belos@Gothic-Iowegian.Com
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