In SanityIn old and numbing limbs of human thoughts,In Sanity by ~Nephele99
From where forgotten hopes have ceased to burn,
A worthless vow of life, bearing the pain
Of longing hate, has come to breathe again,
And cold, distorting sanity to earn.
But all the light, scattered and burried deep
Within the void of death, does not obey
And just empty reflections of a past,
Where promises of life were thought to last,
Are seen and on the vow an anguish lay.
Thus what it had has come to a demise,
As no eternity for it was made,
And, as it weeps for what it couldn't be,
The brightness of an end it could now see,
Where all the limbs of men concede to fade.
LamentFrom a forsaken valley of unrest,Lament by ~Nephele99
Where souls can never try to breathe the air,
A scream, mourning the sanity that lays
On those that live, is searching all the ways
To reach a heart that still to dream can dare.
But, as it flows, the wrath of silent pains
That follows peace tries to destroy its sound,
Until a soul, willing to hear and dream,
Is found on fields that to be living seem
And, in a moment, to the scream is bound.
What was concealed then suddenly was clear -
The valley in which not a soul was free;
And, trying to not hear, the dwelling scream
Enslaved his ears and to be crying seemed
For all that he could wantonly now be.
EnthralledIn quiet pain I open broken eyes,Enthralled by ~Nephele99
For memories suspended in old time
To echo through and, as I look, the sighs
Of breathless prisoners in chains of lies
Make every sightless dream a world sublime.
And, as I hear the clank of heavy chains,
I shudder and I try to seek my mind,
But all that I now see are slender stains
Of crippled and forgotten, cold remains
That seek no longer sweet release to find.
Then my old, broken eyes I close again
To see no more the past that I forgot.
And, while I try to rise, the chain of men
Have captured all my limbs and I begin
My struggle to obtain what I cannot.
EphemeralIn shallow realms of forgotten namesEphemeral by ~Nephele99
I stand alone in awe and, as I die,
A flicker of old, shattered dreams now lie
In front of my invisible remains.
And as I try to see what they had been,
To read their name and all their sweet despair,
In isolation I lose all the air,
While broken letters slowly can be seen.
But what they say is what I mostly fear,
The truth of all my life and of my name.
They tell that I am nothing and I came
Merely to die and now my end is near.
So I renounce to all that I have had,
My name, my mind and all my foolish dreams,
And, as now nothing have I left, it seems
That I am thoroughly and truly dead.