Limbo

by the time you read this

we will be gone

and not to be seen soon

only if it was as easy

bent kness

for some

wet eyes

to deface the

broken

pact of dying

promise

in the lesser

hardern

pews for that fact

smiles

stuck in the pews

death around

this is no sanctuary

for mine eyes, for thine eyes

this was too much

face the crowd

then bow down to your knee

then take out what you need

this was you and you need just as much

break for this we

we will not let you rest

your dreams wont come true

slow manifestations

turned into salt statues

this can't be the end

for what was it

that you said

forsaken was the path

the path of wanderers

you did nothing but mame it

yet you claim i was it

i made it thus far

for the clothes on your back

you would destroy

you were put down

and it was the best (my test)