Allegoria of an Eternal Sundown - Tales Of Dark

Eternal are the wounds from which eagerness bleeds denied

Through such grievous endearment, with quietude so sad

Beneath the swarm of agonies, frail words turn to dust

As hope bears the nexus of its cold postmortal bed

A distance has grown, another decreased

Each moment devours the very heart of resistance

As failures feast, solemnly deciphering eternity

Mongst blisses waned, where life’s vestiges fade

… there’s only seclusion to marvel at

With the first light, darkness came along

Like a constant stream with no source nor mouth

Subsurface pain efflorescence — my internal garden of roses dead

Where the grief is still lurking in every dream

Reaching still for the deep dark void

The wine of the damned I taste

Tears fill the chalice of bittersweet dolefulness

As I wallow caressed by desolation

… disconsolate seasons to witness

The sun welters dying, enswathed in diaphonous eclipse

Beneath the swarm of agonies — one last solitary glimpse

To set ablaze the leftovers of an illusion’s synthetic art

The amorphous remains of a petrified era sobbing in my frozen heart