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Sep 2019 · 149
Scented Stick
InkHarted Sep 2019
what use of a scented stick of wax
from a sitting piece of wax
for it must burn in the flames
and cry to its death
for its fragrance for the world to be heard
Sep 2019 · 219
Death before Birth
InkHarted Sep 2019
soiled to the ground
and drowned in water
the seed suffocates in the shell
its cared for
and the sun drips through the leaves
of the trees that once were seeds
expectations hang in the air above the dread soil
corpses of plants that were enriches the next son
but he dies within the shell before
he sees what the world has to offer
when he learns that he wasn't planted
and dies an infant bare
Sep 2019 · 296
Elixir for the Nightingale
InkHarted Sep 2019
After the Rose had shattered like glass
painting the fragility of a gift untouched
his body begins to drown in dirt
and his feathers embrace the roots
his heart hath given to the colder winds
and his eyes kept open to see the dark
its beak still open for its last note still hung
in the air of glum and awe
but from a distance she heard the song unfinished
the angel who hears his sigh
she descends from duty to null this darkness
from one winged angel to another  
she kisses him from divine intention
she holds in her lips the elixir of hope
for one touch of love and whisper of hope
and the nightingale sings again.
love is all that matters and love always finds away
InkHarted Jul 2019
His benediction was a curse to me
He wept while in his head he smiled
his smile was drawn like a bow to his ears
His eyes where pasted open alive
His heart was pushed pump and work
His soul left him when he stared
Save me from this wretched man
Who haunts me in my sleep
When does he rest
I do not know tell him to stop
So I can weep
Jul 2019 · 108
Don't Go To The Forrest.
InkHarted Jul 2019
Carry me through the gentle winds
to the land of silent prayer
where words don't exist
nor does people who stare
I cannot run wild again
in the forest for a single apple
I've lost my way
and I cant remember home
what faces made me smile
the muddy waters don't reflect images
only horrors that live in my reflection
the taste of the candy i ate has faded
and now i taste bitter.
I hear them laugh but i cannot see
for when I look they disappear
the demons that live in the corner of my eyes
lurk in the darkness when i'm alone
constant whispers and barren dreams
hoping that ill die out here
Jul 2019 · 83
Play In The Shallows
InkHarted Jul 2019
In blank spaces between my words
I murmur to you my pain
I hope you don't understand what I say until
i'm gone into the abyss
my fall eternal slumbers vault
in the shallows of the deep seas yet I play
Jul 2019 · 96
Kill me Kindly
InkHarted Jul 2019
Why must I live on even after death
please stop my heart from beating so
My body can be one with my soul

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