Dismissible agony
the long hours spent upon ones broken knees
fingers clenched, deep contusions of endless torture.
Forever waiting
eternity disappointed
never wanes the early morn
Torture
wounds are deep
body, vessel is chilled
crimson blood soaks the infected bandages
the opiate fades away
Torture
Begging, pleading at Mercy's feet
tears staining the rustic robes of Justice
Torture
Jagged stitching torn away by the barbed wired
hands of Judgement
Bleeding , draining, this lamentable gnawing pain
deep from the stomach of Hell
Torture
All is dark, there is no light
without them here
to save me.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Neurotic Madman
Stalked....followed
Through the dimly lit streets and alley ways
A mask to hide the cunning, a sheep to hide the wolf
stalked...followed.
He remembers
The fragile spun gold embedded into thin threads
the glimmer of her ebony hallow eyes
he thin bone fingers spindly weaving her web together, her music notes flowing across the keys
the stiff broken smile, plastered forever upon her simpering lips.
Cradled forever in my embrace
I love her, even after they found me.
soaked from femur to labium in her cosmic serum
her crimson sap of life
Pace and sit....pace and sit
I am barred, forever bound or so they think.
...the bars on the window...again her white bone spindly fingers.
freeze dried polar core, tranquil and emaciated
She is not gone.
I love her, and even though they see me,
I still can smell and see the fragile spun gold
bathed in a heavenly crown
of scarlet gore.
Through the dimly lit streets and alley ways
A mask to hide the cunning, a sheep to hide the wolf
stalked...followed.
He remembers
The fragile spun gold embedded into thin threads
the glimmer of her ebony hallow eyes
he thin bone fingers spindly weaving her web together, her music notes flowing across the keys
the stiff broken smile, plastered forever upon her simpering lips.
Cradled forever in my embrace
I love her, even after they found me.
soaked from femur to labium in her cosmic serum
her crimson sap of life
Pace and sit....pace and sit
I am barred, forever bound or so they think.
...the bars on the window...again her white bone spindly fingers.
freeze dried polar core, tranquil and emaciated
She is not gone.
I love her, and even though they see me,
I still can smell and see the fragile spun gold
bathed in a heavenly crown
of scarlet gore.
Mirage
dents.
smears.
broken cracks in glass.
Perfect, perfection to the human eye?
not a ripple
not a tainted mirage
no false encounter or devil eye trick.
mirror, reflection of thy self
Perfect, perfection to the human eye?
smears.
broken cracks in glass.
Perfect, perfection to the human eye?
not a ripple
not a tainted mirage
no false encounter or devil eye trick.
mirror, reflection of thy self
Perfect, perfection to the human eye?
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