Hard to go out without nothing

In the end, space is the destiny
An infinite to the wasted void
The stars fight for our freedom
Do you see them not rage?
Dripping on the falling dew
Grandiose with the music that swells
Heavy with the bucket of tears

Ride with the tides
Or stay stagnant with the waves
Free trees, paid exercises
Reminisced envelopes, prime talking
Bound to have all that was never wrong
Tired of nobody to have never had love for
Empty with the silence, henceforth

Tie the knot of hope
And pray to wear the brace of admittance

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s