Visions refined in the darkest of dreams
Bring the cold light of day to the all I’d unsee
As the beauty long sought and fought long to protect
Still crumbles to dust in no hand but my own
For awake in this nightmare, there’s no real sleep at all
My doubts and my fears playing true to the end
My demons are real, but they come not to steal
What I give up so willingly when I lose my way
Under skies that bleed rage but wash the heart wicked
My screams fuel the fires of innocence lost
The storyline changes
Desire rearranges
‘Til the beast slain within awakens hungry for more
Beneath bridges still burning in wells buried deep
Springs the everything I thought I never would be
The souls I am reaping
And the lives I am stealing
In my eyes may be another’s
But, in truth, are my own
The corpses of my personalities lay scattered
In such disarray, much the way they had lived
No longer tormented by the hells of living
Lost in whatever hell awaits them hereafter
As the unending hunger that now consumes me
Devours even the love of beauty and beauty of love
Leaving nothing but sorrow and emptiness
Such emptiness which demands to be fed
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 4:03 AM UTC
Visions refined in the darkest of dreams
Bring the cold light of day to the all I’d unsee
As the beauty long sought and fought long to protect
Still crumbles to dust in no hand but my own
For awake in this nightmare, there’s no real sleep at all
My doubts and my fears playing true to the end
My demons are real, but they come not to steal
What I give up so willingly when I lose my way
Under skies that bleed rage but wash the heart wicked
My screams fuel the fires of innocence lost
The storyline changes
Desire rearranges
‘Til the beast slain within awakens hungry for more
Beneath bridges still burning in wells buried deep
Springs the everything I thought I never would be
The souls I am reaping
And the lives I am stealing
In my eyes may be another’s
But, in truth, are my own
The corpses of my personalities lay scattered
In such disarray, much the way they had lived
No longer tormented by the hells of living
Lost in whatever hell awaits them hereafter
As the unending hunger that now consumes me
Devours even the love of beauty and beauty of love
Leaving nothing but sorrow and emptiness
Such emptiness which demands to be fed
Diary of the ****** - Chapter 2
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