Insatiable hunger: A passion that never subsides. Tireless slumber: A body with unwakeable eyes. We live Lying in our death throes. We die Crying in a deaf world. One may hope And one may wish, But never know what lies betwixt Our thoughts And experiential slopes.
#164 – Decay
What is love if not gilding of the living flower? What is hate if not this flower left to sour? With each passing and coming day, These precious petals are blown away.
#163 – Crown of thorns
Heaven's hell is a hell indeed. Hell's heaven is hell instead. Flames that erupt from holy seeds; Through passion my suffering and freedom is wed. The seas break and scream. The skies are pierced and torn open. Falling like a meteor: shattering the dream. Hell's king is Earth's with broken wings. From submissive stance he … Continue reading #163 – Crown of thorns
#162 – Shoulders
My Demons do not follow, nor leave. They do not torture nor comfort. I cannot learn to live with my Demons, I cannot let them go. Nor do Angels sit with me, To guide, to teach, to support. The damaged Demons: I have none, they are me. The apterous Angels: I have none, they are me. I … Continue reading #162 – Shoulders
#161 – Black flame
I cry: A sob - A drop to an infinite flame. A candle black - A soul in darkness; Burning in the vacuum with a lack of shame. As pale as enlightenment. The first Atheist/Nihilist: Nothingness in the void of Nihil. A shining light - A self-Theist. I - The ego - Foundation and firmament. … Continue reading #161 – Black flame
#160 – Seasons
Ten Summers passed And everything has changed. But the desire to hold and caress Your heart and hands. If those lips are meant for me To seal and steal warmth from you: Then that fate so far has rejected me. And kept me away from you. What if there is no fate And anything can … Continue reading #160 – Seasons
#159 – Crown of dust
If life is a garden, I have seeded nothing but thorns. And if you want to see them blossom: You will need to bleed. I'll spend my life, Riding myself of a fickle tradition. No more evil deeds As I empty my heart: All of the thorns drop from me like dust. Because there is … Continue reading #159 – Crown of dust
