I pause in moments, in glances
Does it cover me in colour?
Emotions scattered across the Lake of a thousand screams,
the hearts of millions darkened by the silence of the joyless.
Calmness offers its favour, O it does. Yet my eyes full of mystique and rage melt the very hand before me. Why does this lake taint the emotion of a moral man? is he so moral?
Its colours fragmented like thy darkness underneath love, thy hidden fragments of betrayal scattered like the ashes of tomorrow. Broken in an infinite number of pieces of stained glass.
I watch, I stand, I glare; through the looking glass of borrowed eyes. Its points, as narrow as its soul, eating away at my manhood, my reputation. I shame
to wear a shadow so dark.
I pause in moments, in glances. It's weeping for an opportunity, my goodbyes are now so shallow, its depth is beyond me. Save me it calls, from the depths of the lake.
O shall we now forget, Blinded by our dignity? those who howl by the lake are damned. Those who feast upon its beauty and spectacle.
This Lake drowning me in colours.
