Wane To My Paradoxical Self

Flickers dying, that brights the obscure tavern Place reckoned as wolves cavern Pursuing amidst isolation End of slumber before verge of extinction Once golden momories, drowning inside the devastated fantasy Words that were worn, turns into tragedy Amicable entity perceives me as oddity Distinction of abstraction rather than reality Blood raised from bruised Cannot be controlled and remain unmoved Comprehend everything as he conclude Suppressed by himself, began a feud Ratified sympathy he neglect Tale immensely crushed with clicked Delight vanished within the abyss After radiance of darkness shows that frightened the bliss In emptiness of void Even bulwark cannot defend the facade of an imbecile paranoid Agony longed to be endure Even being cherished will not be able to cure