Bliss

Just trying to find the moment in my life
that embraces freedom and gives love to the fullest means
to feel the euphoria of imperfect perfections.

Pain
By: Adam M. Snow

Tormented lies,
and pain filled eyes,
hatred scorned,
and all who mourned,
suffers with an empty abyss,
with no hope nor bliss.

So let the dead walk,
let dreams be broken,
there's no hope for the lost,
all voice's unspoken.

There's no rest for the weary,
no rest for the wicked,
all is caged,
all is dreary.

The scars dripping blood,