One Hundred Years


Lying languished in a veil of blackened sorrow,
Its velvet touch drapes me in its wistful embrace
All is silent for one hundred years
The sleep of dreamers, invades the thoughts of desperation,
Cast the dust into my eyes, I am blinded by the light
All is silent for one hundred years
Time's cruel vision takes hold of the present past,
Hours and days pass, I descend deeper into sleep
All is silent for one hundred years
A hunger breeds, a decaying heart erupts with hate,
The shadows cascade, spilling from a hollowed carcass
All is silent for one hundred years
The tears of angels, bathe me in contempt,
The loathsome cries of mourning sons, despise
And silence is shattered, awakening the dawning end

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