Aug 10
In wake of such eternal desire.
Blistering step feeds blistering step,
And lines abandoned streets with fire.So many eyes upon my stride,
Dripping with anticipation,
Hoping, kneeling, praying to the stars
Ignorant of my alienation.And who are you to feed my soul!
Who are you to crown my head!
Heed the warnings so foul and blatant,
Lest my ego be wrongly fed!Yes, these warnings, written in your stars,
Plastered along your twinkling sky,
Speaking to you in cursed tongues,
As Hope and Fate stand idly by!Believe in what you truly will -
That I, a king, will die in glory.
But shed no tears amongst the rocks
When the fire inside me consumes me.
Cursed Hope
The light of a forgotten concept
Becomes darkness shrouded in fantasy,
A pit of fallen ambition,
A pendulum of wasted ecstacy.
In wake of such eternal desire.
Blistering step feeds blistering step,
And lines abandoned streets with fire.So many eyes upon my stride,
Dripping with anticipation,
Hoping, kneeling, praying to the stars
Ignorant of my alienation.And who are you to feed my soul!
Who are you to crown my head!
Heed the warnings so foul and blatant,
Lest my ego be wrongly fed!Yes, these warnings, written in your stars,
Plastered along your twinkling sky,
Speaking to you in cursed tongues,
As Hope and Fate stand idly by!Believe in what you truly will -
That I, a king, will die in glory.
But shed no tears amongst the rocks
When the fire inside me consumes me.
