Beneath the Iron Gates,
A story so dark and twisted.
Never ending tunnels,
Greif hung in the air.

A black curving stony path,
Awakens every sense but sight,
Hear the air around you,
Steady pace, keep on.

Destination unknown,
But the journey,
Strangly is set.
this arbitrary determination.

Bare feet fall,
Upon the cold gems of the earth.
Guide them to the end.
That never will be reached.

What is that in the distance?
Chance of light, I believe.
But will the casted shadows grab you,
Before you make it to the end?

The Reaper stands above you,
But to someones surprise,
To you, He is invisible,
Run. From. This. Place.

Dont. Go. Beneath. The. Iron. Gates.

His black devices,
The victim, forever on the rack.
He could play upon them as he choose
Would they arouse him with a throb of agony?


While thus suffering,
The avenger had devoted himself.
Uprose a grisly phantom,
Not just the external presence, but the very soul.

The great judgement day,
That moment of his ecstasy.
Laid his hand upon his chest,
The profoud depth was remarkable, his spirit now withdrawn.

A dark transfiguration,
Brought them a gloomier hour,
Silence out of the abyss of sadness.
The past is gone, and so am I.

Gone, with the Angel of Death.

A lone house,
Safe and sound.
A long dirt road.
But within the walls lies the faults.

No sincere company.
Just the neighbors that pass by.
I sit.in the attic.
And see the world from there.

I have this big house,
But i all alone live in the attic.
So little space from the world.
But the distanced greatened by lonliness.

Im cursed i think.
As i see a couple walk along.
I am just like them.
But different.

And the dark devices.
That call to me.
From deep in.my mind.
Tell me im worthless.

But there is still a light.
That i look to.in.times of.trouble.
And when being alone takes.control.
I seek for.that glowing comfort.

Someday they will appreciate.
All the things Ive done.
I wasnt there to whisper what ypu wanted to hear.
But to.yell out the truths.

I didnt stay because i had to.
I stayed becauseI was scared for you.
My mouth is moving.
But my eyes speak all of the words.

Maybe someone will pass me.
And think that i have value, worth.
But, Until that day.
I will be counting my money alone

Temporarily,
Achievement finds himself in the corner.
But at least he finds himself.

Live by your means,
Greedy. thoughts
become corrupt minds.

Paper claiming accomplishments,
Succeeding in acceptance.
Paper burns easily

We all are human.
But America's most wanted?
Equality.

Povertiy,
Can make or break you.
Money dosent cast a strong mold.

Fall from the bottom.
Or the top, you will falter.
But its a shorter drop from the bottom.

Bystanding,
Glued in place.
We have all have committed,
This facile crime.
Limits breached,
Time cant be on your side.

Lulled,
Into an effortless sleep.
In the absence of action.
The tides change.
We faltered.
Was there a choice?

You have that shine, potential in the sky.
Opportunities arise during the day.
The moon struggles like the rest of us.
Shadows don't mean as much at night.
But just by witnessing they decay

Loving words, Don't echo
In hardened hearts.
Hard words will stay
There forever

Shadows only fill.
The very corners.
Things set in stone,
Can be always and never.

On faithful days,
Th sun still shines,
And in fall,
Most leaves will turn.

Winter is,
The coldest time.
But fires
Still will burn.

Fire to water,
Ash to dust.
The wind will lift,
All but your thoughts.

Sirens whisper,
Your name at night.
Of the battle,
That was fought.

The stone,
Ends all.
While on this new dawn,
It embarks.

Love can only be,
This and only this.
A golden light,
In the sad dark.

Her world and ours forever turning.
The pretty ballerina inside.
At the lift of a lid.
She slowly opened her eyes.

Oh dear, the music.
Always soft and soothing.
Her graceful look.
Pirohuettes so moving.

Stuck in another world.
Looking in on mine.
She stood the same to every emotion.
Her faith the test of time.

Tiny dancer, sprung to life.
Everytime my box was in use.
She at one with the world.
An invisible truce.

I look past her.
Into the mirror on her wall.
I see my face and I see her dance.
Her body seems so small.

But her world and mine
Are so small.
So we must be alike.
But with no likeness at all.

She always turns her happy face.
She never misses a beat.
Until she finally comes to a stop.
Like how ive come to my defeat.
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