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Blue eyes and wasted timeSwaying to and fro
like a newborn doe,
and straining pillars of flesh
under the weight of butterflies.
Partiality permeates the air,
but we're still so young and naive.
Fingers dragged across a soft piece of marble,
of one the world would surely marvel.
A piece of art,
a fragile heart.
Something will spawn and manifest
with a bottle of whiskey against my chest.
Oh, the spirits that we consumed,
and the bodies that should have never been exhumed,
and all the while,
I became one of them too.
It's not love
it's a sexual act lacking substance,
but it's still substance abuse to me.
An alcoholics duet.Take the void,
take the noise,
take everything that reminds me of what I destroyed.
Fill in the spaces
that are left between these places
that we've been.
I'm finding traces
of all these faces
etched in my memories.
To infinity, to Atlantis,
to everywhere we danced at,
and the shame that came,
for the acts that I've been blamed.
Where's my rhythm
and my partner,
the music is dying,
this is so much harder.
The drinks that brought us to this brink,
and we blink and struggle to think,
but the glasses clink and our minds just shrink.
The path doesn't matter,
but then again,
neither does the destination.
The Weathered SentinelLike a stone face carved in the cliff side,
eyes always open,
with lungs charred
The constant rain beats him down,
the lightning tears him and sears him,
the wind has left him raw and chilled,
but he still stands,
and his hands
clenched with pain and despair,
once again open to hold and to help,
only for the wounds to show again.
The seething song played,
the words that he will say,
Locked behind pursed lips,
because the ship
into the deep,
where these words he will keep.
The ocean holds secrets like no other,
and that is where the weathered sentinel will find his death.
MaskShe wears a mask like it’s nothing.
Sometimes I forget it was made by demons.
I forget there’s a person living behind it.
Raspy Hill"I don't quite feel like myself."
I haven't for a while now.
My mind seems displaced,
Like it's wandered too far away.
"I've been having strange dreams lately."
Images of strange creatures dance in my sleep.
I don't know them but I know they are malicious.
What do they want?
"But now you're here and I'll make you feel right at home."
My saviour, my protector.
You'll guard me from this evil.
"Welcome to Raspy Hill."
This is my hell.
And you'll join me.
I'll make sure of it.
"Enjoy your stay."
Roses and barbed wireThe beauty of the roses
Right there for me to see
So colorful and vibrant
A sight to behold
But I can't get any closer
A fence surrounds them
Keeping them safe
Keeping me away
Away from their colors
Away from their scent
Trapped in this grey world of mine
Behind the barbed wire fence
Where Lover's Dream DarklyFor it is not a fable; — that which bleeds..
And her soul may whisper obsidian,
— But I am the sea of Darkness she craves
O’ long I hath bathed in these ravenous winds,
Watching shadows weep across river’s dreary
Upon nightscapes that plunder our souls —
A bouquet of crimson shall enchant thy lips;
Where slowly we fade into requiem
Drink me naked in the abyss of hungry wolves
Among demons and insanity, I thrust and fall
Ravaged, eons of lust spill from mine eyes,
And behold the Forests sing of murder!
In a sombre kiss, we shall undress the skies
Time will yield to the treasures of melancholy
I covet thee, unto this blood-filled Moon
O’ thou art beautiful decay upon my skin,
A ghostly visage dripping wanton & darkly ..
We are Lover’s haunting deaths lullaby;
Assassins brooding in a bewailing fairy-tale
She is mystic poison; & elixir immortale
Seek you me, in the mystique of necromancy
For I am the dream of Serpents fea
Sweet darknessDarkness, my dear
Darkness, my element
With your cold embrace
And keep me hidden
Hiden from the world
Hidden from my past
You are my ally
You are my friend
The only one I can trust
Vanquish the light
And cast your shadow
All over this world
the taste of your tongue
the warmth of your hand
the empty promises
the harm you've done
and i remember
to burn every trace
that remains with me.
Time As It IsAnd I asked Time how it was on this glorious Monday. It simply replied:
"I am here for you now, but I will not wait for you.
Even if you fall behind, I remain in your field of view.
You can keep up with me, but you cannot catch up to me.
For once I have left, I am gone for eternity.
Nor can you leave me behind, or go back to change me.
For I am the keeper of aging, no matter how thick the tree.
Therefore, I plea to thee:
Do your work now, get it done, and then return to me
when the time is right.
For I will accept you, take you in, and guide into
the brightest light.
Then, and only then, I will call you friend.
One that truly has stayed completely to the end."
Close.Maybe I could slip back into your heart,
the way I slipped in between your thighs.
Maybe I could hold you again,
but it will be to my surprise.
I am always here,
trying to show you my heart,
but then I hide it well,
out of fear you would tear it apart.
I try to show you how things could be,
through sacrifice and giving,
but if you were not in my life,
then it would hardly be worth living.
If you knew I wrote this now,
you would never want to see me again,
I cannot help the way that I feel,
but I know that I am just a friend.
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