Where great things die

Where great things die

A Poem by Trivén

Dreams turn to stone
reality is put on ice
This is where clouds come to die
and all hope leaves this life
Walking a thin line
here I live
Tuning the balance
plucking the strings in harmony
Living on the edge
one wrong step and fall to where all is lost
Faith and destiny false
only surreal coincidences stand true
Distant thoughts drift off
into the acid aether
Moral compasses spinning wildly
principles cut to pieces
Here nothing is certain
but that all tries will fail
Yet here I reside, thrive
the chaos is my white noise
It's not my way of life
it has chosen me
Embracing all, my only choice
for my mind, is not my own

© 2014 Trivén


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Added on October 13, 2014
Last Updated on October 13, 2014
Tags: death, hell, edge, loss, darkness, good, great, sad

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Trivén
Trivén

Sweden



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