days of ole

days of maddened believe of forgotten yesterdays
I once saw a purpose to the light, in which there once was meaning. The over powering remorse of the decaying y dying. Haunted by the forgotten realms of mistaken misery. Forsaken bliss of suffering brutality. You have a meaning, the life is lost. Where has the light dwindled,where has the sparkled faded? The sadness in her eyes, the pain in her heart-- tearing away the flesh of life. The sunken misery of past mistakes, y everlasting nothingness.

At times, I wish I knew. I wish I could believe that things were always rainbows y sunshine, that things were precious. The sacred bubble of protecting, binding your soul for all eternity. Wishing none lost--true guilt of the past. Haunted dreams of yesterdays torture.

Rotted--raging--boiled madness in the eyes of the often invisible. The scared y alone, a true crime of life. The weak shall triumph. The strong shall crumble.. False promises y trueness of seized suffering in the corrupted mind of isolated madness.

Seeking the truth for dreams foretold. Killing the death beyond all greatness... The cloaked madness-- seizing the opening of often crime. Behold all forgotten in the dark realms of tortured minds y twisted faces..

Dreams shattered by overwhelming dread. Haunted. Mysterious beings of the darkness within.

Dying. Blood. Scars of the battles past lived. STRONG lived...