Part 1
It ails me here and torments me,
I am a prisoner of my own sin,
I have become the one I want nothing of,
And I must suffer my consequences without release,
I beg for mercy as I crumble numerous times,
But I know that nothing would come for something as worthless as me,
I can't feel anything but pain any longer,
I suffer from lack of communication,
I suffer from lack of purpose,
My soul has torn countless times,
There is no longer any hope,
I must find a way out
Part 2
I've walked miles through my own mind,
There is nothing here to salvage,
Everything of me is useless,
But there seems to be a voice so faint,
It's not in me but around me,
I hear it calling out for help,
With my life so low I feel attractions to this cry,
This wounded scream compels my being,
My soul is dragging me to the victim,
It is an angel with seared wings,
It is out of reach from me but it can see me,
She is lovely farther than any description I can give,
I cannot feel anything but pain any longer,
I ail for this angel and her safety,
I cannot reach her but she can hear me,
I have no experience with love but I feel it,
The scars on my soul seem scarce,
I have been given a blessing in hell,
She is my salvation and I shall risk my soul to be hers
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC
The wind storm blows surely
with an intense bite of gloom
It topples over dreams
and so begins the time of doom
Hope is taken quickly
for the wind does damage swift
Then good and evil turn
dark and light will flip and shift
Once the storm settles
and wind has left its sin
We’ll rebuild what we can
and wait for the storm to come again
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC
Your demise shall start as the skies turn red
And ignite the spark in the living dead
The wolves shall bay, and the sun will burn
At evil's rise, the son will turn
As the willows shake, and the pines blow wild
The man shall take a helpless child
The red will fade, and turn to black
As the child walks behind his back
So the story goes, there is a man inflamed
Who shall have his son to make his claim
And try you will to evade his eyes
But the story ends with your demise
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC