Pic. Courtesy: InternetWith drowsy steps, he moved towards...
the dilapidated house of gods...
Soaked in Blood, he looked behind,
Rigor calmy took over his mind.
He creaked open the door of Gold,
His eyes were blue....breath so cold,
He moved to the alter, for the sacrifice....
to wash his self from sinful vice.
He knelt down and bowed his head,
tears that touched the ground turned red.
Those shapeless souls heard him pray....
"De Profundis Clamavit Ad Te Domine..."
He felt more souls...looked down at him,
He felt the light from candles dim...
The shadows concert in his shade....
He drew out the blood strewn blade.
He pushed the blade, further deep...
and prayed to fall in a dreamless sleep...
The gushing sound.... lost in rain outside...
The house of gods...the place to hide!!!!
He raised his head to face the Lord..
to beg for peace..he found no word....
Then he dropped....cold and grey....
"De Profundis Clamavit Ad Te Domine"!!!
6 whispers that i heard....:
eta ki??? wow!!...neva knew u can write like this...great!
wow...maybe ppl thnk m goth cuz of da comment m gonna make now...bt dat was so beautiful...u have to tell wer u gt dis idea 4m..
the meaning of
"De profundis Clamavit Ad te Domine" is....
"Out of the Depths..I cry to thee, my lord!!!!!"
@Tan...thanks for the comment...and about the idea...well...it might sound creepy...but i often used to dream this.....
:) typical you.
beauty in death and darkness. who knew tht the image of hopelessness could be presented so magically?
"typical you".... :)
thanks for that statement..i was thirsty for this sentence for ages...was feeling...i'm losing my typical me....now i think..its back...:)
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