poem

[elydesia]

don't know if I posted this before but here we go.

There are no bounds we see
Until our limits are met, we'll be unable to excell.

Quite a radical change, this pen-to-paper.
And we might not just give up.

It's so dark out, with crazy-swirling stars.
Dive into these black waters
stained with maroon-colored Crimson.

Blindly falling as the water changes
No longer is it thick and heavy water
But free and chaotic air.

In these breezes of despair,
Lights of solitude blind us
Because of this, our savior is gone.