We wait for fate beneath .... Our sword of Damocles
Coursing past the undertow
of darkling places
far within--
I chanced upon a hovering face
leering with a baleful cheer
growing thin--
This pale painted oracle,
freshly fled some
astral plane--
offered only silent mirth
drifting near for reasons
unexplained--
Free my mind of all this lust, sit and think of broken trust
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, his golden heart's began to rust
Free my mind of all this pain, figure out my loss and gain
This constant silence,so insane, Melancholy,severed vein
Free my soul of loveless tears, broken hearts and drastic fears
The love we thought would last for years, his constant lies and icy sneers
Free from kissing plastic lips, meaningless touch upon my hips
Pain sets in as my heart rips, lost inside your acid trips
.
.
A sea of tears, springs from gentled wings
Life is a hard journey, 'round every single curve
Full of surprises, such bumpy, little road
And houses smells of emptiness in each detour and swerve
Footsteps in the silent of night, I hear
Voices coming from nowhere, heart beating fast
In the outing of night, wind beating all the leaves
World is a dark place,eyes staring deep in your...eyes
Garden full of sorrows, boxes full of empty dreams
Broken skies in many shades of gray
Shades of blue always painting my sky as well
Love in many colors, painting my heart, sometimes as bright!
Swiftly pass this shadowed place, where Vanity weeps
in Alchemy's closing fist. the tears begin to streak
Elemental as the earth, my flesh feeds the Green.
I am knotted in the roots, of the grass upon the sea
A shadow, hungry for life, a starving memory,
as thin as the wind. sunlight is the heartless enemy
Cold splinters of rain fall through a dark exhaustion,
as I stir the matted leaves. I glare a shadow walking
A faustian pact with the devil, becomes a wretched smile
An eerie kind of creature full with hate and a hint of vile
My eyes gather heaven's tears, their hollowness fixed,
their vacancy eternal. while the wallowness sticks
The wheel of night is grinding. Unseen stars are lost--
Have they miss me. Or have they turned to the cross
For eons, I was a victim of your whims of mint
Beneath your feet, Glowing in the frost, each wild footprint
Your scent, Circulating through my nostrils in divisions
The gravity of your presence, Curves and blurs my vision
Like a wild animal I was compelled to follow the pushes
Yet in time, I became like a deer, Hiding in the bushes
Attempting to camouflage, The pattern of my hide
From the beast you often revealed that boiled inside
From the fangs of your pathos, Demanding my assiduity
When you became hungry, I never lashed out with cruelty
Your heart thirsted, For the blood of my dreams reimburses
I bless my tender soul, While we ward off the curses..
The words of truth,
Hard to read, yet it lead the world.
I am my own testament,
an epitath unread
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