"The End"
I hear the herald of a coming end.
He says, the words that we dread to hear.
The End Of Times.
I see it.
I feel it.
I dread it.
Welcome it.
The days are ending. God forgive me, but I feel sorrow and anguish only.
Bloodline rebellions, the slow descent into madness,
The pain we feel, the pindrop silence.
The investments of sin.
The insurance of damnation.
The Fall of Humanity.
And, for what we fear is here.
And I am the narrator, your king, your jester, and what you are.
Thy kingdom come, and crumble down, for you reap what you sow, and the deeds you did are here to haunt you.
Your words fall on Limbo,
threatening to abandon you to
Violence,
Wrath, and
Treachery,
as I wander about your tapestries,
only to witness your perfect insanity,
draped in the cold molten flowers of love,
smouldering your past memoirs,
extinguishing affection,
igniting anguish,
conflagarating the flesh.
The past is a mirror,
fractured into tiny pieces.
The more you try to fix it,
the more you change from the inside.
Eventually the end result is a bigger hole,
and you keep falling in,
only the hole gets bigger every time you fall in.
It's like kissing the lips of your dead love,
knowing you can never turn back from the choices you've made.
Try as you may, the only choice is to keep moving forward..
Never looking back, nor feeling the exact degree of that
old.. familiar feeling.
For the First Bride, atop your crumbling throne.
The first words, born out of shattered dreams.
Created over the span of six months ; December 2011 - June/July 2012.