28 december 2011
Morbid Irony
While I lay here
Staring my fate
Square into obscurity
Left with nothing but promises
Of forgotten grandeur
Leaving behind epic depths
Of visions
Illusions
Confusions, beyond credibility
A string of events one could not forsee
Refusal to uphold unrealistic
And idealistic states of abstraction
Thus bringing us lucid and coherent
Understandings of the truth
Perhaps revealing consummate contentment
No more resentments
Of past discontentment
These vast extents of torments
Preventing one from ascending
Into unending bliss
Where the unmerciful bind you
Overextending
Subdued
5 november 2024
Freedom From PainSatish Verma
4 november 2024
0411wiesiek
4 november 2024
Słucham jeszcze, jak ostatnieEva T.
4 november 2024
Pure As GoldSatish Verma
3 november 2024
Nie tak całkiem zielonyJaga
3 november 2024
0311wiesiek
3 november 2024
Listopad.Eva T.
3 november 2024
"Surrender"steve
3 november 2024
You Were Not Like MeSatish Verma
2 november 2024
światłojeśli tylko