The beat of thy heart,
Is Echo’d in mine.
Beating doggedly still,
Betwixt thorny vines.
Out Blood whirls,
An unending fount.
From which unfurls,
What passion wrought.
The rage of mine heart,
Against its cruel cage.
Like a cornered hart,
Unbowed by old age.
From beneath sprout,
New growth at last.
Withered vines rout,
Pain having past.
A Garden now blooms,
Radiant flowers beguile.
Underneath a bright moon,
Two hearts a joined wild.
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 6:28 PM UTC
A world has fallen
Its principles abandoned
Its people scattered to the wind
Now only ashes remain, where once was prosperity
Skittering haunts amongst the ruins
Ghosts of men, sunken eyes
Never to rise again
They live here, in filth in squalor
Knowing nothing of the Sun
Its radiance has no place here
Its warmth long forgotten
Instead they play as Kings and Gods
Blissful in their ignorance and want
Empty as the world they inhabit
Longing for purpose they could not comprehend
These spirits are restless
Anger fills their ethereal hearts
They claw at a present unknowingly begotten
The halls of the past marred with the signs of their fury
Struggling for meaning lost to time forgotten
Working now only with broken parts
They wander eternal, deathless
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 8:43 PM UTC
I am broken, and I do not know why,
I want to fix me, but I cannot try.
What’s busted inside will not be fixed.
Its pervasive and deep, like an old ****
Though I pull and pull it will not heed.
Sometimes emptiness cannot be nixed.
My garden has grown dull and dreary,
My hands and muscles long since weary.
Though still I till my barren field.
My skin darkened by the baleful sun,
Though only small victories are won.
Said work ensures my fate is sealed.
From this labor my soul is chiral,
As I toil onwards to the downward spiral.
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 3:46 AM UTC
Settled upon on a Charred Throne
In A Kingdom long since burned
The Lord of Ashes waits alone
His court forever adjourned
He is adorned in ancient rags,
His Crown a dying Ember.
Waited upon by umber crags
For a purpose none remember.
He muses of ages since begotten
And of clashes his blaze had won;
He collapses into nothingness, forgotten
Flakes fading one by one.
The Phoenix King rises from his pit unabated
His inner flame burning bright, having never truly faded.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 11:13 AM UTC
What a Fickle thing a Heart must be
For you to Treat is so Terribly
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 5:45 PM UTC
My little lily
Dancing in the summer breeze
For my eyes only
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC
I'm
Sitting
Here, on the
Top of the tallest
Peak in the world, and
Now I'm just waiting for
It all to come crumbling down
Into nothing more than flecks of meaningless dust
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC
A boy of fire rose from the earth
And a girl of water fell from the sky
And they thought “so long as we are together,
Neither of us shall die”
But then a tower of stone rose from the ground
And the girl of water was cast down
And into the earth her body did seep
As the boy of fire weep
Into a mighty inferno he did alight
To rise to the sky in a pillar of light
And he demolished that tower of greed
And in doing so had laid the seed
For from the ashes rose a man
With fiery flesh and a skeleton of sand
A coat of water to seal him in
A signal to all that this wasn't the end
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 8:24 PM UTC
They call me the Angel of the Pit,
Abbadon, the Bringer of the Dark.
About myself are few stories writ,
My true form no mortal can hark.
In this black abyss of pain I lie,
Torturing sinners left and right.
This hell is eternal, these sinners
Shall't die, here in this absence of light.
My domain, this pit, has no end,
Yet it is full of sinners whose flesh I
Must rend. Mankind's doom echoes off
The walls, and yet to this hell more and
More crawl.
With this abundance of souls I can't
Complain; It keeps a Demon busy!
But the sheer evil of man, well, it
Sometimes makes me dizzy!
Hell Hounds teeth gnash their flesh,
I erase their recollections' to keep the
Pain fresh. For their Crimes they must
Atone, it'd be a shame for me to be all
Alone.
And I'll wait for Your soul here, in my
Pit that has no bottom, for the evil of
Your society damns you, pity that you
dwell in a modern *****
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC
For those I cherish I die in glory.
Surely I'll perish, but it will be quite a story.
So come bring on all that you've got,
I'll not move from this spot
I'll fight and I'll bleed and my anger
You'll see.
You can be **** sure that when I die,
I'm Taking You with me
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC