Damnation

Sometimes the hardest thing to do is dream,
reaching into a fragment of a broken thought,
turning dark into grey,
cloaking the mirror with foam, following the mist
and losing perception of this reality.
Sometimes the best is just to run, brushing the pain aside
breaking the barriers of self control, shoving the branches
and passing along the corridors of doubt.
The trees that'll judge you along the way can be burn down,
and you can be the fire.
Turn around, grab the feeling of destruction and never break down.
Call to the heavens and the gods of dementia shall answer.
Run and brand the axe of damnation against all that is and isn't, for you are the one who shall rejoice.

Anónimo