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The Judge Feb 2018
My words echo into the abyss,
Frail and yet to be heard.
My mind begs and screams
for the knowledge I have yet to learn.

Time breaks and fractures my heart
while space attempts to sooth it with a lullaby.
My skin burns with the heat of a million suns
that blink at me from the above the sky.

My thoughts race faster
than the protons of daylight.
Yet I can't tear my eyes away
from the vast emptiness of the night.
The Judge Apr 2017
In the darkness of the night
I see her body rise.
My ears pick up a faint noise
as I hear the townfolks cries.

I steal the blade of my sword
and don my trusty cloak.
Hoping that the former
will not find any blood to soak.

But all through the night,
I hear the banshee's cries.
But she'll be the only one screaming
for she's my sword's bride.
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The Judge Jan 2017
The arrow flies straight
into the heart of suns.
It soars past the horizon,
past the countless battles I've won.

The clang of metal
on the battlefield as I cry.
A shout escapes my throat
as I give it my hardest try.

The arrow flies onward,
soaring past destinies long gone.
It speeds past the answers
that are only beginning to dawn.

The arrow is my destiny,
forever soaring in the sky.
For I will only witness history
and I will never utter a lie.
The Judge Jan 2017
The hourglass is broken,
my life is spilling out.
The doctor says I'm crazy
and I have no doubts.

The world around me is twisting
into a horrid display.
I am forced to watch as
my own mind begins to decay.

My friendships are being ruined,
and it's doing so at a great cost.
I feel like I'm standing in an open field
yet I've never felt so lost.

The moon has killed the sun,
and taken his fiery crown.
All I can do is watch
as my whole life begins to drown.
Vent Poetry
The Judge Nov 2016
Life is a complex puzzle
That is full of lost pieces.
Every day you try to look
Your number of them increases.

You don't need a picture
To see where to put them.
That's like putting leaves
Back on a broken stem.
I was getting rusty so I decided to write a quick little poem
The Judge Oct 2016
Space is on the edge of chaos
while Time sits on the brink of destruction.
Balance is stuck in a seance
as nothing can function.

Everything turns to sand
as our minds start to lose all hope.
Our bodies cannot touch the land
as our souls cannot cope.

Humanity is on the brink of war,
and the gods are all dead.
What would we even fight for
when our eyes turn to lead?

Earth is cracked and in ruin
while Cronia ceases to exist.
Something evil is brewing
and we are too weak to make a fist.
The Judge Sep 2016
My mind is but a blur
A remnant of what I used to be.
The voices try to tell me
That I'm not crazy.

But the eyes of others peer
Into the depths of my soul.
They seem to evaluate me
And judge me as a whole.

My dreams haunt my life
As the shadow sweeps me by.
The truth I once understood
Is turning into a lie.

I find myself craving chaos
And wanting to destroy.
It's as if my mind
Thinks the world is my playtoy.
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