Aschatria - Poetry

I AM THE ONE WHO DWELL THE GHOST LAND

AND I AM MISSED

FOR

BY ANY CHANCE TO SAVE MY SELF

IN A MYSTIC BEING GRACE.

AT THE BORDER OF DUALITY

UNDERLIMIT WHAT NEVER SHOULD BE

DELETED IN SUPERIOR ENTROPY

SO NOBODY CAN SEE ME

UNREASONABLE SUNKEN ARE MINE

OVEREGZADURATED DREAMS

OF SATURATION AND PROGRESSION

WHATS ENOUGHT

WHEN TO STOP

LET ME INTRODUCE MYSELF

TROUGH ESCAPE FROM THE LIGHT

A HALF DARK

EXACT

I DWELL FAR AWAY

WHERE ANY OF THIS NEVER

HAPENED

AND I STILL JAM DARK

WITH A BIT OF GLITTER

WHATS LEFT INSIDE

TILL ALL THEY STARE IN MY SHADE

AND DONT SEE OUTLINE

THAT GAIN FORM

LONG AGO

IN A PRICE OF OFFSET

IS VALUE OF PRIDE

I GUES SEA WON'T STOP

FOR ONE TIDE....