Thread: Lost In The Shadows

The darkness is my born home that I have never encountered
the shining bright light of a great person that I have never looked
upon right before my eyes.

During my years of gazing around in the shadows, waiting for hope,
I have stumbled upon a mystical refugee that has never requested me;
thy my ever lasting will that I shall die for amnesty not for quivering life
of despair that the mere soul eater shall not ascend for forgiveness throughout eternity.

My soul has been lost in purity of darkness that cannot oblige itself
for light that the lords, that mortals cannot be inspired into ones full
wish to help a mere unforgiving person in the shadows that is simple and reliable.

Throughout my casting will of God I came into existence to purify the
whole world of hope and amnesty, before my nightmare has struck me down,
and made me lose a precious heart that I would not render myself up easily to
a vicious, in despicable, unreliable fallen angel of death.

During the existence of my fallen one, I came to overpower the wickedness
to clear out all of them to not exist no longer; now my fear has returned to a
fallen hope that has made me despaired, which it has blinded my own truth of desperation.

I am lost in a world of confusion, lost in a world of imagination, that is why I’m
lost in the depths of the shadows that it makes me drown into the pool of shadows
that draws me in, for me I have lost my way of path and cannot return onto that road
again due to my shadowiness’, and bitterness life that is nearly enough for me to keep
up living, that merely I give up hope to the devil himself.

If I were to render my whole entire soul what will I lose in my whole life?
What would my intention be if I would lose my goddess of faith and destiny
discovers the truth about our relationship in life that finds out sooner or later
in life as we go on that I have been waiting for her?

My soul will not be proclaimed, my loss of faith was to minimize the pain and agony
of my beloved heart that is still searching for answers about my disappearance inside
the darkness of lost destinies.

The shadowiness of dark is a bitterness life that undead people cannot rest in ease.
They return from their past to prove me wrong that I should not be impatient and
intolerant to the faithful person I admire deep within my own heart, all of these
questions that allow me to carry inside my thoughts and mind make me lose my
way of going ahead.

They have pointed their way into showing me a way out of the shadow
and once again onto the warming light that I have missed over a millennium,
which can be described as a solemnly life of goodness even my heart is being
in contact of real life then gazing in eternal glaze of dark, as days pass along,
my entire nightmare is seizing into dust of ashes, which I came upon happiness in life.
From this mysterious moment, which I share along a shadow over striking of
fear in silence throughout my life of freedom.