A silent voice is an eternal sacrifice.
We shall never bow heads in fear…
Dark memories echoing behind a bright horizon.
Our bleeding tears belittled by the night.
On her last breath dreams labor impatiently,
strange silhouette will shape across the room,
reaching for her true self…
In time voices will bend across space
branding shadows on the wall…
Imagine walking an eternal journey
searching for your soul, instead you'll find nightmares…
Through a twilight of unkindness
your thoughts become nothingness
leaving an empty feeling of unworthiness
We are portrait as outcast, in our minds
condemn us, if you will. . .
We will perish, beneath a foggy night,
Silencing our voices with a straight arrow
piercing our broken heart…
On depths of a clear night ,
an empty paradox steers at review mirror
with a storm crawling under consensus begginings
Tears hidden inside night falls
The stars an unknown dreamer,
Recreate charismatic illusions of a windfall,
A mourning light approaches
Come and rescue me at
The Edge of Lions Dens
cover my fear with an invincible fog
Passing through The roar of a King
The essence appear flirting with disaster
A moment of truth is near,
Standing close to my own reflection
cross a shallow grave
witnessing The burden of Anticipation. .
As The wind is parallel with The moonlight
Serenity silently searching for a true infinite
On his last breath lights drawn
by a Heart full of life
Tears flow rapidly inside
my Odyssey unveiling
greatness on a blink of
an eye . . .
RONY JOSEPH All rights reserved 2008