A podium stands out against the Heavens
Decorated with the bodies of forgotten martyrs
fire from the sky sears the flesh of those undying,
forever locked in a space where the world's memory does not
reach.
I can see this podium
as fate flashes dimly,
projected onto the screen of my unsewn heart...
strewn across the clouds, covering the hole in the sky where Hell breached long ago, the blood dripping demons into the destinies you venture.
As I stand at the top of the mountain
carved from my predecessors
And scream to the stars
With a sound that would make gods' lips quiver
Busting lungs to ask for my heart back,
To seal up the hole that spawns the darkness in your life so the skyfire burns away your torment...light strikes my face...pierces my bones.
I fall from my podium into your night.
It is storming here.
Nov 9, 2010
Nov 9, 2010 at 5:56 PM UTC
A podium stands out against the Heavens
Decorated with the bodies of forgotten martyrs
fire from the sky sears the flesh of those undying,
forever locked in a space where the world's memory does not
reach.
I can see this podium
as fate flashes dimly,
projected onto the screen of my unsewn heart...
strewn across the clouds, covering the hole in the sky where Hell breached long ago, the blood dripping demons into the destinies you venture.
As I stand at the top of the mountain
carved from my predecessors
And scream to the stars
With a sound that would make gods' lips quiver
Busting lungs to ask for my heart back,
To seal up the hole that spawns the darkness in your life so the skyfire burns away your torment...light strikes my face...pierces my bones.
I fall from my podium into your night.
It is storming here.
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