SkylerForest

Nostalgic for Nostalgia's sake! The stage long torn, the seats long flaked, and the actor shakes, reminiscing an evanescence. For the pages, rains For the words, chains For the bounds, pains Shall we go?

Through the darkness we shall go Through the woods and through the chains Through the mist and through the rain Through the never and through the pains We shall go.

The phantom loomed ever so closer Weaving, and quivering itself through the air. With a lie, it whispered Cold words unto my ears. Dark shards of pain were these memories galore Closing closer behind this knave On my trip through the graves. - My hair jump with belligerence As breathes of lives rush through the crosses And caress my soul with callous ignorance For my nauseous protests. Rushing through the air again, it crashes Into a zephyr and sides with this slave On my trip through the graves. - Though cold will the night grow It will forever stand with pale glass Illuminating gravels, And grass, And graves, This silver mi