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Ne'er Do I Walk In Silence
14:37 Oct 26 2011
Times Read: 480




Ye, 'though I walk in alone,

Ne'er do I walk silence!



A voice, from where, I could not say,

From inside my own head, perhaps?

A voice that will not terminate,

A voice that regurgitates the past.



A past that haunts my state of mind,

Intoxicates my sanity,

I am stupified by what I find

In the annals of my memory.



The wind whistled through my thoughts,

To mingle shadows with the veil

Of darkness, that is my loss,-

Oh how deep regret doth wail.



Tormenting, is the ghost that lingers

In the fissures of my crumbling ignorance,

As madness grips with iron fingers,

To lacerate my circumstance.



Oh so dark, are the reminisces

That bring thee back from thy grave,

In the spectre of my memories,

Constantly calling out thine name.



At once, the outward silence stalled

In the stillness of my surroundings,

And yet, my greif, your name did bawl,

It's shrill echo, resounding.



Repeatedly I heard thy dirge,

Thy constant calling of thine name,

Pulling my sanity to the verge,

Where merges the otherworldly plain.



The spirit of a recollection,

Doth plume it's shadow, deeply o'er me,

Darkly casting in my reflection,

Thoughts of sickly melancholy.



Madness sings it's psalm to sorrow,

To tie my hands in clasp to prayer,

I pray that I may see tomorrow,

And not succum myself to fear.



Ye, 'though I walk alone,

Ne'er do I walk in silence!



borloff

The Evermore
14:35 Oct 26 2011
Times Read: 481

When you can love with all your heart,

And look with your own eyes into another's soul,

Maybe then you can learn to understand,

The secret of being immortal!



I watched her rise from the cold, cold earth,

She spread her raven wings to fly,

Far off, into the blackened night,

A sweet angel of the nocturne skies!



I watched the huntress stalk her prey,

This skilled and graceful predator,

Camouflaged among the shifting shadows,

Mortal eyes cannot see her!



Swift and fleet of silent stealth,

Her precence felt in chilling bones,

Her cold, dark eyes do penetrate,

To stop a heartbeat, then she's gone!



My darkly phantom angel of death,

So ghostly pale and beautiful,

Your flawless incandescent spirit,

Shall shine for me forevermore!



Come perch upon my tomb, my love,

And let us merge our souls once more,

That we may never lose the sacred knowledge,

That bonds us to the Evermore!



borloff