Luminescent, reflective
The waves washed off of her
Standing waist deep in the water
I waded forward
toward her
Waited for it

Pressed her lips to my ear
whispered an offer
I couldn't deny
had no reply
Only tears that I cried
for the promise of being revived
With my hand over my nose and mouth
and her hand on mine
There in the river, baptized
for the second time

but submerged beneath the surface
the surge of the current swelled
furnace bubbling beneath rocks
the opened doors of hell

She began her ascent
My arms bent
backward
trying to maintain but
wet grips slip

a piece of me stayed with her
must've included my third eye
for i watched my body fall
from somewhere higher in the sky

I condemn you to the deathly shadows,
Where you shall be consumed in your grief
Said the dark lord with a grin too shallow,
And the old frail man could do nothing but weep.

The burning gate to the pit of hell's dark fury,
Began to open with a noise of thousand screams
The old man laid his eyes upon where he would be buried,
And scars tore his skin with misery he had never seen.

The dark lord began to whisper the song of death,
And the world shook as if welcoming another soul
Through the ashes of the past and future he was led,
To the grave of dark where he would be mold.

The sky burst Into the flames of a dying star,
And the blood-stained rain began to fall
The time lay ever so still at the despaired hour,
Soon the under-world will devour his all.

Bearing the chains of his own depraved suffering,
The old man began to count his last wish
And the clouds of wrath lay awake and thundering,
As the vision of the old man began to harbour mist.

At Every step he fell deeper than his last sorrow,
As the blood-lust blades tore through his surface
Where ever must he go his consience wouldn't follow,
He caught himself from the storm in a withering maze.

The dark lord was now but a memory of past,
He was in the hands of a far more evil creed
His maker had given upon his soul at last,
And the mute angles could now do nothing but grieve.

The arms of age had at last freed him of his thoughts,
He was rising to a world very different from his own
In those moments of torment he was alive but lost,
And could give up every weight he borne.

The eyes were left open but he was long gone,
Like a mechanical animal he walked in daze
His thoughts weren't his own but the heart did mourn,
Tracing the walls of his grave where he was laid.

The white mountains rose above the golden lake,
And every breeze would now numb his soul
In the wonder-land of death he was made,
Only now his nightmares weren't his anymore.

But of the dark lord.

i doubt you know how much you mean to me.
If you did you'd be too creeped out to still be dating me.
But to me, you mean the world.
Not the "i'm nothing without you" kind, as I am a valid human being.
Not the "i can't go on if you leave" kind either as i know i could.
But i would really rather not.
Nor could i happily.
You're my world in the way that you make me a better person.
You are why i stay healthy when all i have is a cold.
You're why i drive safe and limit the stupid angsty **** i do
(believe it or not it is limited).
You're a good influence.
You're everything i wish i was and all that beachy *******.
But you're so much more.
When i am lost you're my guide
(rife with dat symbolism)
needed more after i got GPS oddly.
When i can't think you're my muse.
You're my companion in this world whether you realize that or not.
The hotter, smarter, funnier,
more responsible, more beautiful half of me.
A liver half is enough to live but to live well it is best for a full one.
To continue this bad metaphor i am living well.