Between the night and the day.
The hours of which time stood still.
I had a visit from the distance, she came from over the horizon.
From behind the battle scarred bloodied hill.
Her body perfect and glimmered with wings of ivory shaped like inverted dhows.
Her beauty would be only described as renowned.
The power she held over my mortal soul as she grew close.
Impossible to describe, my ears twitched and my mind grew numb but calm.
Her smile was that of a sunrise yet a lunar eclipse about to break.
The light she shined through the dark, eternal and enough to make a grown girl shake.
The sword in hand crimson stained dripping with her prey.
For evil was the enemy, and I began to realize, I was not exactly of the righteous.
My hands stained, and my mind obsidian and shamed..
I in the end knelt and begged pleading for mercies to her.
As she took me under gentle grasp under wing.
With one sweet kiss from this, angel, this.. Glorious temptress.
I coupled with her and a benign feeling over came me in the aftermath of our love.
Her purity seemed to cleanse the soul and damn my worries even further.
As now would it be a grave sin to do such a thing with that of their kingdom?
Could I live beyond such an act she plays? Could there be anyway, anything to be gained from this other than.Wisdom?
Then a sleep came upon me and the things I began to dream.
All had seem to come into being previously.
Had I foreseen the end?
Was I all that was left was life so bleak?
Could it be? i was my own self defeat?
The one thing feared seemed to be the one thing true.
The sides of light and dark mingled and mangled my simple state.
And the rapture fell upon the planet.. Unlike expected blood reached every corner every drop of water.i long for her as i am only a combination of self infliction and total devastation.
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The elders tell of tales.
The wise speak to me.
give their gift, they deliver in dreams..
What a statue can witness in the midst of chaos envelopes.
It nurtures it develops a strong mind..
Fortune has smiled upon the wreckage and pulled from it a treasure.
My life strung out for all to see.
I was once a skeleton left out, drained I watched as a corpse known as me..
Did nothing but writhe and bleed.
What can be taught and what can be seen are often the future in a disembarking scream.
One left note that burned through the book can change the course of the story.
And one bad choice can be the ending of all honor and glory.
How we represent ourselves and our actions is up to us to perceive.
The bottle will not save.
It is only a liquid grave.
The rocks i inhale is not escape.
It’s a cage.
The death you beg, is in your own hand.
The health you ravage is your land.
You allow civil strife to pillage your goods and sit idly by.
Watching as all goes array.
The friends you think you have are just mere party seekers.
They become the aid to your hand and quickly you dream of the reaper.
The seeds that are being sown will never be able to be tilled from the soil.
Your song of sorrow breathes..
Your soul in anguish and you can’t even see..
Life’s turmoil, oh poor child. You did it to yourself.
There’s nothing, there’s no one else.
Your reflection lies only until you gaze deep into the victims eyes.
Then you’ll see your fucking executioners smile.
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Reclusive tiger laying in wait.
A savage beast, with blood to taste.
One wrong move and the world will collapse.
Hush now girl and be at ease, before the rage has a relapse.
Covered in mud and hidden from the world.
A crushing blow to my head.
Hide from the known and defy the dread.
Breeding insanity while surviving your own psychotic monarchy.
Awaiting what?
Awaiting you?
It’s not going to come, but im lying in wait.
We’re all going to get a taste of fate.
The snake coils and strikes at anything in reach.
The buzzard circles for feelings to feast.
Our lives are but grains of sand and our words are taken with grains of salt.
The universe continues to burst and burn, all the while our greed and lust yearns.
We reach we fall, we live we die but all things come to meet in the end.
Reclusive, spectacular talent resting some where in a soul.
Set in stone it will come.
Set us free from our meager mundane self imprisonment worrying with affiliation.
Political retaliation.
Our own desires died when we let the media into our lives.
Reality? You deny, because inside a box you hide.
Burying ourselves in that which we paint on our sleeves.
Perhaps in turn we’ll all find ourselves in grieves.
Clashing with style and dying on another shit pile.
Our worlds consist of imaginative thoughts and bile.
Will my will be done or is that just our self destruct?
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Menacing, methodical.
Mundane, fucking insane, the thought of intoxicated heart ache.
Pouring through every living cell in my veins.
The energy of ancient times flowing through this storm.
This essence awakens the face, the one I see when I sleep.
This era is far beyond it's prime.
I know your near the breaking point, it's time.
Inflamed hysteria, psychomania,
pressure, power, fuel for the fire, what one desires.
Death, desolation, destruction, the clean slate.
Wash away the wait, take away my pain.
If all is so troublesome, then all are bothersome.
Creeping in from the east, a wind of change.
One more time, snorting straight down my line.
Tear away the false, the idols, the arrogance, wash them in what seems closer to hopless hopes.
One moment of weakness taken advantage of.
Ring them in fate.
