#atone
It was her duty,
She knew that,
But it didn’t nullify her fear,
It didn’t prevent the ball of anxiety
From wrapping around her stomach
And choking her entrails
Tendrils of dread seep
into her chest cavity
Digging into her untainted heart
Leaving marks
She was honored to be chosen,
She knew that,
But it didn’t stop the silent rage from building
In a place so deep inside her
Not even they can take it away
It was her fate,
It was what she was born for,
Without it she has no purpose
She knew that,
But it didn’t negate the tearing sensation
Across her unblemished skin
The unbearable pain,
It didn’t stop her muffled screams from escaping
It didn’t stop the tears
Her white robes stain vermillion
The brightness in her eyes taken
Her innocence snatched away for the
Greater good
They all cheer
For her selfless sacrifice
She atoned for them
What that meant,
she didn’t know.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 10:55 AM UTC
When isolated,
the imagination expands to fill space
until contact with reality
has been removed entirely.
It’s about faith in a way.
A man lost in the imprisonment
of false moments to the point
even in fevered visions
no supporting characters are particularly
scared or surprised.
In his mind he’s not lying,
for in his head it happened.
A dog chasing it’s own tail.
going faster and faster in an obsessive
and personal way
too primal to be defined.
In this way all things are ordained.
A superhero whose only
power is being able to see 40 seconds into the future,
unable to change a thing.
Notwithstanding,
he can still feel passion.
Genuine
and fierce as
any normal person would feel.
Toxic.
Delusional.
Choosing love
over people
rather than seeing love
in people.
An innate understanding
of what people want and
how to divert attention
from the possibility anything
could ever be wrong with his worldview,
simply because he’s fettered so tightly to
love as heavy work,
he truly believes a theoretical tomorrow
outweighs the trauma of today.
When he speaks
half his face
cracks away in a strange smile
like cinders
peeling from a fuselage
while flying over nighttime water.
Jun 27, 2021
Jun 27, 2021 at 4:31 AM UTC
It's come to the furies
no trial, no juries
judgement for sin and for crime
nails upon crosses, no matter the losses
a nickel, a quarter
a dime
Guilt from the doves
no caring, no love
for what brings a warrior low
pray that the end, and quietly send
too someplace like heaven
we go
The pauper is owed
for harrowed the road
that's led a dark soul too adieu
dark is the night, unable to right
did we do all the things
we could
do?
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 9:22 PM UTC
This is for you, my unrequited love.
In hope that one day you'll feel the same too.
You're the problem and solution thereof.
You free the butterflies and make them brew.
I stay enchanted by your velvet voice;
I yearn to belong to you day and night.
Love is my prison guard, I have no choice.
My love for you knows no limits despite.
Yet, you move me, push me, in ways unknown.
Yes, you inspire me and give me hope.
Our love is a sin that I can't atone.
Our love sends me into a downward slope.
Unrequited love, take pity on me.
Acknowledge my love, or set my heart free.
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 10:27 PM UTC
I just need to atone
for how I’ve let myself grow
for how I’ve lived my life
through the course of
the sanity to insanity
the struggle to maintain
the guidance to confidence
the lack thereof...
these are the things that keep me up at night.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 4:06 AM UTC
I’ve got this massive ego
I need to deflate
Or else the only
time I’ll finish is when I **********
There’s apologies I have to make
But should they be heard
Should I write him or
send a bird
I might explode if I go unheard
But I should probably mind my business
So his baby mama won’t witness
The weakness we might share
What if the spark is still there
I’m not prepared, in fact I’m scared
His two beautiful daughters
don’t need to see that daddy still cares
Not just for their mama
But for someone whose not there
As far as I know
He’s unaware of how much I care
How sorry I’ve become
Don’t see myself being welcomed
Into his arms, into his home
****** up my chance
Now I wake up and feel alone
I want to atone
I pray she brings you misery
And you tire of her company
Like this fool broke his promise
Of matrimony..
I’m tired of being lonely
I’m tired of being late
So I lay awake
After I **********
I ask myself
Why did I wait?
Maybe I wasn’t ready
I think of him now
And I can’t keep my hand steady
Stare at the ceiling till my eyes grow heavy
The wettest of dreams
when I wake it isn’t as real as it seems
My heart sinks
It’s been so long.
Maybe it needed to go wrong
So I could write this sad song
Maybe I needed to get hurt
So I could see how much I treated you like dirt..
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 11:42 PM UTC
To lay dying in a world of despair
A landscape of disarray meets their demise
A closure in despise, forgive us for the entropy
For humanity suffers from the perks of greed
Yet the gods watch us from above, they atone
Our prayer, our faith and belief
As we cry and weep as they pinch our cheeks
The lazy gods enjoy the ordeal as we grief
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 9:26 PM UTC
Countless times I've told those hurt it will be okey
Countless times I've tried to halt this still I decay
Said Its only another hour another day
Cry, cut, and die Cause im always lead astray
I shouldnt be allowed to feel this alone
I try to punish myself i try to atone
It started with sicssors and butter knifes alone in my kitchen
I told them I was suffering told them i was dying but they wouldnt listen
It escalated ya it elevated
To something out of my control
Ive cut my arm so much im sure the blood tainted my soul
And I wont apologize and I wont leave you any answers
I cried out to you all but you left me to this cancer
This disease called depression where suicidal thoughts are free to roam
I cant hide from them anywhere not even safe in my own home
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 3:24 PM UTC
No compensation will atone
For a gruesome betrayal
One has undergone,
Languishing under
Soul's darkest night alone.
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 6:08 AM UTC
I don't have no fears
I live I die
I bleed I cry
I shed no tears
And still I try
My heart's not made of stone
For those I wronged I did atone
But gone at last the things I own
And yet again I'm all alone
Where did I go wrong
Where do I belong
What am I to do
To break free of this curse
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC
black cats under calico sky's
in catacombs.white out mask mirrored eyes
white owl massacre night, leaving the bones
take off mask you are home
you live in your cave
escaping hoards of insane
is this all a dream
this cant be reality
its obscene,its us
its everything, passing fling
refrain from truly connecting
parting your society
collapsing into the sea
****** debauchery hearing screams
in the a trophy of atrophy
this is everything I am wanting, and yet nothing at all
its a quick trip to the bottom, but this time your on top again
ride the horses the moist rainy night
show me I am wrong
and prove your are right
so I may worship at your feet
and steal away the night
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
Over taken on foreign shores
the Once-King was caught,
brought in chains
before the Terrible Foe
seated up high
on a twisted mockery
of his throne of old
With a cold smile and
eyes shining with an unholy glow
the Foe spoke soft and slow.
Did you think you could flee?
that you wouldn't have to see
Your towers toppled
and your fountains smashed
Your works in ruin
and your power stilled?
Your kingdom of lights is done!
Your crown is on my head,
but your death is not yet
I shall see to it
that you live in regret
Till your dying breath.
His eyes they snuffed out
and his robe they tore,
branded upon his forehead
was a sign of woe.
His body to be broken
and his mind set aflame
guilt wracked
and shame flayed
to be shackled in the dark
locked away from life
never to see daylight again.
Chained to a dungeon wall
his eyes forever shut
Bathed in shadows and torch-lit glow
he brooded over all he had brought low,
glory and its gains, the price for pride
that led to this shame
He read by the light of inner eyes
words he thought he had mastered.
Could it be that he had lied?
Reforged in fires of failure
And reborn to serve as a sword
his pride to serve only one purpose
to ensure that he would someday
understand and atone.
Ten years to the day
he slew his guards
and made his escape
And in the place of his eyes,
there burned a terrifying flame.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC