Painted fragility, I behold
Thy beauty fascinates me
Rendering me speechless
Unable to discern from dreams
And reality
Wherein mine heart screams
But tears flee from mine eyes
To fill the abyss of lonliness
For thou art not mine
'Ware mine precious heart
Become not a prisoner to infatuation
I beseech
But I implore
Take flight on the downy feathers of Love
To whisper in here ears
The delicate words I utter
Gentle as a flower 'pon the breeze
The fragrance of Love
A bouquet so delicate
Time stands
To breathe in the decadence of Eternity
With three words whispered
Floating over the eons of time
To bridge the gap 'twixt Thou and I
I Love You
Hear my gentle whisper, the scream of mine heart
As it thunders in mine chest
The drumbeat of Love
Rhythmic, melodic
Sensual
Painted Beauty, so fragile
So strong
So Eternal
Thou art always in mine heart
How can I survive tragedy
When the bodies lay around
The echoing calls of Deaths whisper
Carried on the breeze of Everafter....
The sky of Raven, blackened, angry
Screaming in rage
Like a wounded animal seeking revenge
Against torment, against me
How can I be saved from what I am
A raging inferno of anger, pain and misery
Calamitous to the touch
The calloused body of nonexistence
How can I survive tragedy
When the the tragedy is I.......
Incarcerated deep within
Thoughts of tomorrow
Burning deep inside
Like the embers of passion
Scorching into my very heart
Twisting, turning
Ashes of dreams once cherished
Now left to blow on the sighs of remorse
Tears, escaping to tell a tale
Blood pumps to an unfunctioning heart
While I go on
But never feel
What I was......
Abandon Hope, abandon Faith
Thou hath opened Hell's Gate
Unleashed, the minions of the Beelzebub
To bring forth the Apocalypse
Thou cannot hide, Thou cannot run
From the Minions of the 'One'
Who walks in shadows, darkest stalker
Kneel before The Black Master
Novum Portis, open wide
Allow the Master to this side
To join with man and start the reign
To bring about the End Of Days
Order of the Silver Serpent
Phonies of the Dark resurgent
Using Satan for their Egos'
Even Hell, has it's hero's.....
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