Coven Of My Darkest Secrets

Are you not the ONE? Vaguely in my DREAMS FRAY away not from me In your PRESENCE, my REFUGE, I seek my SOLACE My ESCAPISM from this futile, jaded BEING Of endless SORROW and fested with FALLACIES Encased in a SNOWGLOBE Imbued with LONGING Upon the RETURN Of your second COMING

Sentiments

Albeit the felicitation
Lies unwarranted anxiety
Life is full of uncertainties
Of those beyond comprehensible

Composure to absolute countenance
Of these I am unable to retain
Perplexity ensued
Splintering every bit of assurance

Totally depleted
Of every sense and energy
Am bushed by pessimism
When will it cease to oppress?