08:30 Apr 30 2014
Times Read: 496
When the dust begins to settle
'Round this rusted mantle,
And a storm begins to brew
Like the winds of a monsoon...
Torn asunder, from the Inside Out,
What is left, beyond the curtains of suffering?
Before you let out that deafening shout,
Remember who is there, to withstand the sting!
The hands and heart of your beholder,
Standing beyond the sight to abscond,
Are about to start becoming even colder,
As he stands in the shadows, the known least fond.
Wherefore, henceforth,
When the nightmares begin to step forth,
What for, now, are you going to fight,
When this Demon of a man comes to you, truly contrite?
What, now, is left for 'mortals' to say,
Beyond what they know of him, this day?
Who knows him, better than you, who stands alone,
When he steps forward, with a big black blade akin to stone?
You've no reason to fear him,
This creature born of his maker's sin.
Yet you follow, still, the fears of man,
When you know that you are part of a bigger plan.
What more, to follow, beyond the Divine Hallowed,
Mortified and fearful,
Watching as the skies turn tearful?
No more need to run from
The darkness beyond daylight,
Whilst he's returned from shadow,
To stand your ground to fight.
As the dust now settles, 'round this rusted mantle,
Breaking in the dawn from the dusk of Mundane fear,
Does he come from darkness, cloaked in deeper shadow
Than any 'mortal' eye can see, as he sheds one final tear...
"Now, as we ramify
The fears of man from the tears,
Broken and torn inside,
We still fight, for our right to the years
Beyond all that they know,
As the murder sings of the crow.
It is now time for you
To accept what it is you can do,
And let all of the fear from within
Wither away, and fall as forgiven sin.
Like a mortar round,
Straight from our hearts to the ground,
Let me be your guide back from the pain of the light,
And let me help you become what you are inside!"
I know, deep inside,
You are torn to the core,
Trying not to scream,
From the pain unlike any before.
But the pain is only going to become much more,
As you continue to fight what you are.
When you see these eyes gleam,
Like the stars and the moon,
I know you are filled with the joy and the fear,
And it fills you up, just like a monsoon.
Still I stand, the "villain", to-night,
Walking alone, in the night,
And I have become the face of all of their hate,
But only our family knows that I choose to be the Gate...
Into a world, unknown to 'mortal' eyes,
When you see that the blood is flowing into the skies-
So, just let every second be a reminder, now,
Of how I will bring you away from your fear-to-drown,
As everything you once thought you knew
Finally begins to come falling through.
"Though I feel your love, I can sense your fear...
I know, now, what it is, but fear not Me, My dear.
I would die to be with you, die to give you My soul...
Though cold as ice, I know you would be safe from the toll...
It is now time for you
To accept what it is you can do,
And let all of the fear from within
Wither away, and fall as forgiven sin.
Like a mortar round,
Straight from our hearts to the ground,
Let me be your guide back from the pain of the light,
And let me help you become what you are inside!"
Let Me be at your side,
As we walk through the night,
And before the stone tabernacle,
Upon this rusted earthly mantle,
Shall we stand in Black-And-White;
Proud in conjugation,
As we're drawn by the disembody,
Mind and Soul and Eternal confide,
Past the understanding of everybody...
Let the fear now be no more,
As you walk with Me, just like before.
Akin to the junction
Of our Ethereal function,
Let our love pour forth,
Like the River Jordan, now Henceforth!
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And yes; it is both about love and spite... if you understand it, then "more Power To You". But if you don't... sorry, but I don't think I could help you.
I have a way of combining "utter insanity" with grief, wrath and love, in almost anything I write, depending upon my mood. This was inspired by a few people I know. Two of which... I would, indeed, die for. One of them, I love with all my heart and Soul.
And this will be one of the Very Few times in which anyone will see any more writings of mine, on this site, because I am about to have this one published in a book, if I can.
Demonica
07:35 Apr 19 2014
Times Read: 512
Never tell Me you are not the issue.
I no longer give a damn what you believe in.
You have no idea what I have been through;
Beyond the depths of Hell and beyond sin.
My blood now runs colder than ice,
I have been forced to unveil My 'vice'.
Now, I walk alone in the night,
Calloused to enter the forge of the fight.
The Demon within Me
Has finally come forth to see
The pain and disdain
That flows from you like an icy rain.
Your belief is overridden,
Away your Soul is given,
To the Devil that hides
In the flesh that stands above the tides.
Wherefore as the fear now hides,
Beneath the ashes of all your confides,
This is where the pain now secretly resides,
Hiding from the natural law that always decides.
A Molotov cocktail hanging above,
Ready to burn us straight to the bone;
Is there even any remaining love?
Or is it just the will that you will never hone?
Demonic by your every belief,
Will I never know any relief
From the pain and the hate,
Aside from the opening of Hell's gate?
Goddamn you-
You ever try to acclaim Me
This freak that only the blind can see.
Let Hell ensue,
Upon this prophecy that has come true,
That every day you live, you rue.
Time can span across these distant lands,
But in the world of the Dead and gone,
There is no such thing as "time" to come
To anything that breathes the fumes of death's cold hands.
The Demon of the world you shall never know
Has returned, to shake the frame of they who show
That they cannot bout with his shadowed Soul,
And the Devil, himself, begins to lose control.
The Demon within Me
Has finally come forth to see
The pain and disdain
That flows from you like an icy rain.
Your belief is overridden,
Away your Soul is given,
To the Devil that hides
In the flesh that stands above the tides.
The Demon of the world you shall never know
Has returned, to shake the frame of they who show
That they cannot bout with his shadowed Soul,
And the Devil, himself, begins to lose control.
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