Blogger’s Note: The following piece is not my own but that of Century Child.
I was born amidst the purple waterfalls
I was weak, yet not unblessed
Dead to the world. Alive for the journey.
One night I dreamt a white rose whithering,
a newborn drowning in a lifetime of loneliness
I dreamt all my future. I relived my past.
I witnessed the beauty of the beast.
Where have all the feelings gone?
Why has all the laughter ceased?
How can I ever feel again?
Given the chance, would I return?
I am only loved when I’m gone
Gone back in time to bless the child
Think of me long enough to make a memory
Come bless the child one more time
I’ve never felt so alone in my life
As I drank from a cup which was counting my time
There’s a drop of poison in this cup of Man
To drink it is to follow the left-hand path…
Photo credits: Christian Hopkins