Nickols

Nickols Jul 2014

His hand wrapped so fiercely around my heart,
a five fingers imprint.
To which will never go away.
Even if he wants to go,
the marks would still be there...
Mutating my heart until it ached.
That boy had left an everlasting impression on me,

I will never be the same.

Nickols Jul 2014

A love like yours.

Your love is like a forbidden fruit at the top of a tree;
I could strive for the juicy apple,
reaching out; standing on the tips of my toes,
stretching my body as far as it could go,
only to have my straining fingers graze the bottom of the redden fruit,
for it to slip out of my starving hands.

A love like yours. Girl, it's too good to be true.

#love

Nickols Jul 2014

The steps.

Contains a hidden soul.
Within the blackest of holes.

Harboring the box,
brimming with malcontent.
Contains a hidden soul.
Within the blackest of holes.

Lies of false debauchery.
Harboring the box,
brimming with malcontent.
Contains a hidden soul.
Within the blackest of holes.

My anger lining a taste of agony.
Lies of false debauchery.
Harboring the box,
brimming with malcontent.
Contains a hidden soul.
Within the blackest of holes.

Pain laced from a carnal betrayal,
My anger lining a taste of agony.
Lies of false debauchery.
Harboring the box,
brimming with malcontent.
Contains a hidden soul.
Within the blackest of holes.

My shame, the final step.
Pain laced from a carnal betrayal,
My anger lining a taste of agony.
Lies of false debauchery.
Harboring the box,
brimming with malcontent.
Contains a hidden soul.
Within the blackest of holes.

You win...
You finally win...

What you win, I haven't the clue.

Nickols Jul 2014

Anointed in as your sins.

I am the embodiment of your sins.

I am your greed, gold in color and always asking for more.

I am your lust, swirling in amber with a slip of my tongue upon your flesh.

I am your wrath, rolling in a fit of redden anger.

I am your sloth, lounged in white, sleeping in between your sheets.

I am your gluttony, always craving more, more, more...

I am your pride, held purple in my state of royalty.

And

I am your envy, green with what never can fully be mine.

I am your sins. Full bodied. Anointed.

#sins #deadly #7

Nickols Jul 2014

The bringer on the rise.

I stand before the walls of a glorified failure as it tumbles beneath itself.
The nature of a grave danger, labored with a dire wager.
Plunges and crumple, into a pile of rubble
and to continue forth into a hidden tunnel.

Dirt stain fingers and my inner winner;
The only tools left to dig a way out of our rapidly crumbling puzzle.

You delivered me my unfathomable killer-
A ineradicable form of justice.
My sacramental, misjudgment of
a thrill gone astray.
Leaving me feeding the birds which prey on saints most days.

I stand before the wall as a simple thrall.
Dirt and grime painting my nails.
I stand in my hellish pit readying to climb.
Ready to rise from the plague surrounding me.
To fill my lunges with air, not lingering with death.

I am ready.
The bringer on the rise.

#rising #overcoming #climb #pits

Nickols Jul 2014

What a shame.

Was this not what you wanted?

A sliver of hope--
Instead you ended by shivering out on that unsteady-tipping *****.

And for all those somethings, I hadn't  know,
well, I had to let them go.
Now I am, all alone.
But hey, it's not like you would've know--
Too lost to see through your own moats murky waters.

Was it One; Two; or Three;
Captured sirens swimming with you,
within your clouded judgement?

Or is it, One; Two; or Three;
Vile hags trampling with you,
within your undeserving life.

Are you feeling empty yet?
Or are you full of your lies?

It appeared to be a feast--
While in harsh reality, you were plucking at nothing...
Nothing except brittle bones.

Its all a shame,
for it was a dream spun upon spindle--
Lost in a cowards looping *****.

Was this not what you wanted?
                Hmm-
          What a shame...
          What a shame...

#lacking #shame #brake #undeserving

Nickols Jul 2014

sacrificial lamb.

The holy pages burnt slowly as it drew you closer into a darken rapture of sorts.
Ashes and soot crumbling from a wayward vessel, down into you, the sacrificial lamb.

You burnt the sacred pages. The fluttering flecks of a religion scattered around your scarred and bleeding feet. The enlightenment you sought was nothing but a false ploy; a world of innocents to crumble and deploy.

Balefully cries linger on the opening of trepidation. With the wingspan of purgatory, wrapped in nefarious black silk.

You!

You, virtuous martyr...

Abbadon's gate, with it's scaly arms, stands open and wide, deceitfully at the ready.

*The question is; Are you willing to pay for your deceitful sins?

#sin #lost #abandon #purgatory #baleful #vengeful