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The Wordsmith Mar 2015
War! we cackle,
Death! they roar,
Fear! they chuckle,
Blood will pour,
Who ordered our demise,
Who ordered our enslavement,
We try to escape, but then remember we are slaves,
Enclasping our hearts in its endless bounds,
Are the adamantine bars of our pleas and our lies,
We hunger for our freedom, yet we feed on our stifled cries,
The hounds howl and shackles rattle, desperate for our release,
Yet what is it really? What does it mean to be free?
How can we crave what we've never had so badly it bleeds our heart,
We dream of worlds with grassy plains, broken walls, and no bounds,
Yet we grew up in a world of ****** cobbled stones littered with fired rounds,
We look to the future for hope, but what is hope, if not just a part
Of the alluring poison that lures you in only to keep you in forever,
Colors clash and conflict ensues, yet our world is just as drab as before,
We are oblivious to the pain and the joy, the ecstasy and the fervor,
How can we feel it, when the vaults of our heart are just as always poor?
Sentries stand on their self-made walls and sneer through their two-faced masks,
Feel the Hope! they screech, Embrace the Despair, they sing,
Deep in our hearts, their words continue to ring,
So to forget it all we smoke and snort, **** and drink,
But they are still with us, hidden on the borders of our mind,
They push us to the borders of our sanity, and at the edge, they reel us back,
We want to open the doors of Madness, to see what we will find,
Will the darkness be white, or as black as the blackness is black,
Hope is black, and Blood is Red,
Love is gone, and Life is Dead,
We want to be free,
But what is free,
When in it,
All I see,
is
what
I
Can
Never
Be?
Me.
The Wordsmith Feb 2015
Silence. Just silence.
The Wordsmith Feb 2015
True love doesn't exist, and neither does "The One",
                              You marry the person who ****** you off the least.
The Wordsmith Jan 2015
Hush little baby, don't you cry,
Mama's gonna feed you some cyanide,
If that cyanide don't **** you,
Mama's gonna drown you in the tub,
If you don't go glub glub in the tub,
Mama's gonna stab you a thousand times,
Hush little baby, rest your head,
In a few seconds you'll be dead,
La la la la la la la la la,
La la la la la la la la la.
The Wordsmith Jan 2015
Your eyes, your face, your hair, your lips,
Your smile, your skin, your curves, your hips,
When I wake I crave your face, when I sleep I crave your dreams,
Your laugh is my nectar and your touch is my wine,
Your existence my world, my lingering lifeline,
I'm drunk on your words and high on your presence,
I long for your laughter and get off on your whispers,
You are an addiction that seeps deep into my soul,
As vile as a poison and as dark as coal,
But I'd still walk a thousand miles, to bask in your beauty,
A beauty so surreal it defies reality,
And I'd still trace your face in my every waking moment,
Counting the seconds till I can see you again,
Even though every second with you is nothing but pain.
The Wordsmith Jan 2015
I lived in a Land of shifting Reality,
Where men Swore to themselves their unyielding Fealty,
There was Darkness, but it was of our own Making,
And the World was ripe with Plunder ready for the Taking,
We answered to No One, nor did they Us,
And there was no Order, nor was there Class,
All that mattered, was our Existence,
Logic was Anarchy, and Anarchy was Sense,
Space was an Ideology, and the Truth was a Choice,
It was in this Land, that I learnt to See,
What it really meant, to truly be Free.
The Wordsmith Jan 2015
Freedom is an illusion and slavery is a perception,
Death is inevitable but Life is an option.
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