Pitious dawn how you pulse before me
How I feel your terrestrial gravity
Pushing & pulling the soul like magnets
Polar opposites detract & repel
As the gothic architecture of my brooding heart crumbles slowly
Over the decades, I fade into my castle of seething doom & gloom
An ivory tower I have reinforced by sheer will power; unlimited power seethes
The darkened rooms glow by the lunar light, a bright halo leads me to Zion
Bathing in the illumination on the old, dull floor
My face presses against the cold linoleum
The craggy gargoyles lie high atop the belfry tower
To beg for the unhealty placement on high
My only friends are the pale peal of the funereal bells tolling
Darkness grows within these four walls
Pinned down by the writer's pen of destiny , I succumb to writer's block
Fate climbs into my slumber chamber
Creaking the base, bringing me closer to horror that awaits
Parasite how you bleed me so
Stolen blood & a sharp sting in response
Across the pond I see my paradigm of truth blossoming
Nature awakes at a bewitching hour
The synthesis of my own misgivings
Swollen & languid my tongue dances
Awaiting the summoning of pure pain
Even Frankenstein would crave the experience of these loving words
Backbone is numb, spinal cord wraps around itself creating tension
Falling back into homemade isolation
Flaying skin burns by the hinges of my only passive words
A crushing delirium overtakes my morbid outlook on life
Death assails my ravaged spirit
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 1:48 PM UTC
Pitious dawn how you pulse before me
How I feel your terrestrial gravity
Pushing & pulling the soul like magnets
Polar opposites detract & repel
As the gothic architecture of my brooding heart crumbles slowly
Over the decades, I fade into my castle of seething doom & gloom
An ivory tower I have reinforced by sheer will power; unlimited power seethes
The darkened rooms glow by the lunar light, a bright halo leads me to Zion
Bathing in the illumination on the old, dull floor
My face presses against the cold linoleum
The craggy gargoyles lie high atop the belfry tower
To beg for the unhealty placement on high
My only friends are the pale peal of the funereal bells tolling
Darkness grows within these four walls
Pinned down by the writer's pen of destiny , I succumb to writer's block
Fate climbs into my slumber chamber
Creaking the base, bringing me closer to horror that awaits
Parasite how you bleed me so
Stolen blood & a sharp sting in response
Across the pond I see my paradigm of truth blossoming
Nature awakes at a bewitching hour
The synthesis of my own misgivings
Swollen & languid my tongue dances
Awaiting the summoning of pure pain
Even Frankenstein would crave the experience of these loving words
Backbone is numb, spinal cord wraps around itself creating tension
Falling back into homemade isolation
Flaying skin burns by the hinges of my only passive words
A crushing delirium overtakes my morbid outlook on life
Death assails my ravaged spirit
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