Realm of Ultima
There is a world,
a world that none other than the soul itself can enter;
The soul of a wrecked heart.
A world, not conquered by the Dark nor the Light.
A world, where the homeless soul couldn’t stay nor leave.
No one will ever enter;
to feel nothing;
A feeling of not emptiness, but vault;
Nothing – is a feeling.
This is the world,
so wrecked and strained. Not gore, no blood.
No pain, yet no peace.
A space, or a swirl;
So endless.
A world, where a soul wanders endlessly.
Seeing nothing, feeling nothing..endlessly…
October 26th, 2009Topic: Memoirs, Philoartsophies© Tags: None
