Darkened skies and Death's embrace,
Accompanied by Sorrow's grace
The wooded path of solitude,
Where neither ghost nor ghoul intrude
Secrets in that lake of fire,
Flowing Shame, Contempt and Ire
Idols which were once revered,
Twisted, broken down and seared
Cataracts of emptiness that bar the light of day,
Intuition's feeble voice attempts to lead the way
Jumping over "Should" in a vain attempt to cross,
Only to grapple with "Would" and "Could" in the midst of all the loss
Crimson seduction filling my ear,
Recalling the adventures of yesteryear
When pleasure and pain had medicinal worth,
When torturous times were the cause of my mirth
Bleeding and feeding on new nightly donors,
Shaking and breaking the resistance of loners
Playing and preying in that dark, damp oasis
Drinking them dry just short of stasis
A lifetime ago there would have been no discussion,
No dialogue internally regarding repercussion
No question of motives or hesitaton inherent,
Only that mutual destruction that's always apparent
As I bid thee adieu and return whence I came,
Lay down your life but remember my name
This gift that I give is one that you crave,
And will never again keep you bound as a slave
COMMENTS
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HisRainingLove
23:10 Aug 19 2011
breath taking
PhoenicianDream
00:15 Aug 20 2011
♥ beautifully expressed.
It sounds like you've got a lot going on, let me know if you want to talk.
Bellanova333
01:37 Aug 20 2011
beautiful