Whenever the thought crosses of this faceless humanity

And their poor excuses of this forgotten morality,

Hate exhumes what emotions left residing in me,

Love is dead and gone, hatred is the truth in me.

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These creatures in the abyss, the depths of me,

Are the breaking point inside my reality,

I will never escape abandonment and purity,

We are to remain, solipsistically.

-

Each and every day, we walk mindless in the void again,

Questioning our own beliefs and trepidation,

We wonder why the endeavors never arrive in the end,

All the while, we do everything we can to break them.

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We are the reason we will never achieve perfection,

We are nothing, worthless and in need of correction.

Leave me behind in the darkest depths of thine mind,

The ashen vale at where I sing, was for thou too much, thine suffering,

I wished for a kiss goodbye, but my thoughts betrayed my sacrifice,

I trudge on into this barreling chasm, barely escaping your breaking fathom,

Relieve me of what has since gone and passed,

Thine most regret to see me at last,

And wherefore do I belie thy still?

Perhaps it is thine precious will,

I will not stand yet, I shall remain seated

In what my mind has yet secreted,

Of failure, of faith,

Of my longing and wraith,

And of my mind for thou, irate,

At where my mind may rest, gestate,

This peace is not peace,

Nor a piece of relief,

It is only remorse and the gloom of failed grief.

Forever: it is not a word I know,

Its bounding aches, its tugging groans,

Whereof I speak, thou knowest not,

My mem’ry fleeting, forlorn and rot,

Because this is of tales of my naught,

I live on only to be here, forgot.

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I have saved the life of a child who shall never know my name,

The love I had for my Love, doth she not want to feel again,

I’ve fought for allies, only to now be believed of conspiracy

I’ve liberated my beliefs, only to now be under new tyranny.

I may die any day here, perhaps with the coming sunset,

But in my name and mem’ry, a candle forgotten to be lit.

Time is mortally timeless in this solipsistic reign,

I write my tragedies knowing not a person will feel the same.

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The ghosts of faces taunt me in my regretful sleep,

Begrudging me to hide my face from all distaste and weep,

Although this feeling flourishes in this daunting midnight air,

The daylight only brings me knowledge of my true despair.

For even my children, even if I were to have them now,

Would forget my name also, I’d be but a whisper upon a cloud.

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I could go about this life living in the best way that I could,

If all was start over, the same mistakes I made, I would,

But it does not change the fact that no one ever my name will know,

Or remember it with time if even fondness were to grow.

For it is a curse that deaf is eternity,

To my name and quill, knowledge that this woe is me.

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My love will be forgotten,

For woman, for warmth, for longing,

My words will be forgotten,

In ink, in music, in harmony,

My breath will be forgotten,

For I leave nothing, and nothing again,

My name will be forgotten,

Knowing this makes me insane.

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Forever: it is a word I will never know.

Love has left and died, and it seems it always will,

I don’t deserve the music I process in my head every hour of the moon and sun.

I don’t possess the strength or skill to properly put what feelings lie in my breast on to parchment.

I cannot scribe a good enough requiem, and I certainly leave no worthy revelation.

Forget my name, and remember those worthy. Forget my work, and remember the ones that fill your heart with happiness and inspiration, for no one need look upon mine and see the struggles of someone that ne’er need complain, or deserve to.

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It is what I hear all the hours of any of my wretched days;

The cacophony that is the choir singing hymns of me being forgotten.

My rustic heart, desolating my carcass,

Dissolution of Hatred, denying my progress,

Laughter is slaughter, sadness is one ***** of a daughter,

Creation is a lie, the falsehoods of trust falter,

The breach of truth and likeliness,

Turn my insides and cause wretchedness,

I am everything in this world that is wrong

My Rome is burning while I fiddle my song

To my Heart that is an abattoir,

of memories and weak emotion thus far,

I **** you to the bowels of the abyss,

I will be rid of you so I can be rid of this.

As I sit here completely alone,

I ponder solemnly and wait for you,

I wait for your voice to call me home,

Waiting for you to miss me too.

Waiting for your thoughts to roam

Of me and our sweet solitude

Unless if you are now happy,

I am content in misery.

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You, my dear, possess a skill

The fires in me burn as hot as before,

Nothing occurred here has broken my will

I just hope thy love has restored

Without you, the emptiness shall not be filled

For you, I beg upon the floor.

Unless if you are now happy,

I am content in misery.

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I miss every breath and sound

I hope that you do as well,

To lose a love that is so profound,

I’d rather be in Hell.

There is something in you that shakes my ground

And that love you gave me befell

Unless if you are now happy,

I am content with misery.

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These visions of memories are constant,

They are heaven in my own head,

There is something about you

That I have never felt before

I can’t help the overwhelming feeling,

That pulses through me every day

I wont let you leave my mind,

Please don’t let me fade away.

What is dusk, but the promise of dawn?
Where all of the wrongs shall be undone,
Your love, the eternal flower of purity
Your heart, an epicenter of sincerity

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No failure made
Where knowledge hadn’t come
A sweet serenade
Of your love behind, sung

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The furious creature in me
By you always calmed
Your word, in my heart
True as psalms.

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Were I growthed different
Who would I be?
I druther not think it
For shall it ne’er matter to me

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Your tolerance
For my mistakes unknow
And your pride no matter
For How I have grown

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When I seek silence,
When I think mineself a cur,
Feeling you with me
My creature doth pur

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My questions ever answered
Your back never turned
When young and asleep in your loving arms,
Could not a soul me stirred.

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So ever after and always
Will I remain here for thee,
My death only bothersome,
If I let you alone be.

I

Am the

Awakened

Wraith of Shadow.

I convey the urge

To silently converge

All of the deep seeded dreams,

Killing hopes of the redeemed,

Ripping the stitching of what was sown,

And dying with a painful, gasping moan.