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The peace had lasted quite some time in The shallow corners of my tiny mind was Utter silence of the oddest tune. Did I crave your voice to ruin the Tranquilities which were pursuant since You left me for nothing less than fine? How I could wish for a great calamity Of wind and fire, of earth and sea to Upset this lonely fate of mine. And yet here you stand again with An open hand, slyly hiding a grin on That unmistakable face of yours. But just where have you gone- better yet Where have you been? What exactly have you done- and just how Many of them are sins? In an amiable attempt to reconcile, I saw You relent and caught a smile when you Offered your hand in an earnest jest I questioned you and this sudden change The pieces laid out as if a game was played And they were all in your favor. You’ve been so fond of clever tricks and tease And I felt implored to take my leave of Your haughty presence at once But despite the awful things I’ve learned of you Somehow my thought keep drifting to the Wishful corners you occupy in my mind Who were you now- better yet, Who have you been? Why exactly did you return? And why do I keep letting you in? And in my quivering hands were yours entwined in mine And despite all that I’ve said, I chose you every time And every time that you leave because I’ve said goodbye You come back again, to stand in front of my own eyes. For lack of better judgment, and lack of better taste I’ve come to accept this fiendish look upon the face Of myself in this mirror. © 2014
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 6:14 AM UTC
For Lack of Better Judgment
The peace had lasted quite some time in The shallow corners of my tiny mind was Utter silence of the oddest tune. Did I crave your voice to ruin the Tranquilities which were pursuant since You left me for nothing less than fine? How I could wish for a great calamity Of wind and fire, of earth and sea to Upset this lonely fate of mine. And yet here you stand again with An open hand, slyly hiding a grin on That unmistakable face of yours. But just where have you gone- better yet Where have you been? What exactly have you done- and just how Many of them are sins? In an amiable attempt to reconcile, I saw You relent and caught a smile when you Offered your hand in an earnest jest I questioned you and this sudden change The pieces laid out as if a game was played And they were all in your favor. You’ve been so fond of clever tricks and tease And I felt implored to take my leave of Your haughty presence at once But despite the awful things I’ve learned of you Somehow my thought keep drifting to the Wishful corners you occupy in my mind Who were you now- better yet, Who have you been? Why exactly did you return? And why do I keep letting you in? And in my quivering hands were yours entwined in mine And despite all that I’ve said, I chose you every time And every time that you leave because I’ve said goodbye You come back again, to stand in front of my own eyes. For lack of better judgment, and lack of better taste I’ve come to accept this fiendish look upon the face Of myself in this mirror. © 2014
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Cut it around the bend, Eyes focused on the descent of time A droplet ascertaining life Dripping with momentous flow Unadulterated and unimpaired The form of a will occupies the air Cut it around the bend, There is nothing to the descent of time Covered with unsteady palms The warmth of these guilty hands Swelling red from where pain still stays Marked by the bitter pangs Of the memories that persist and fight to remain The feelings that soak in deep as much as they stain Covered with unsteady palms There is no warmth in these guilty hands Streaked and aligned amongst tiles A redden life will begin to grey Now parallel to a cold horizon Intoxicated by yet another day’s Reminder of priors and those yet to come Motions kept by the rise and setting of suns Streaked and aligned amongst tiles There’s nothing left of life but grey It’s all over. © 2014
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 5:22 AM UTC
Procedure of Ending (Relapse)
I've laid my sword down to save a soul One that was not worthy of penance Spoke love out of fantasy But this was the only choice I could see White wings were cut down and her eyes so impure Blood ran to a river's length as far as my vision could see My lips were purged of a faith turned to fallacy Within a kiss that was so familiar to me My eyes were pure, my faith was strong Betrayal struck where my heart belonged Killed by my own, my heart sang off Darkness lives in the purest of us all My heart bore fangs now that my eyes knew fear Vengeance meant survival- survival to end the means Of betrayed hearts waiting for the blood of the one who deceived My eyes breathed hate, my faith was wronged Emptiness grew where my heart belonged To **** my own despite the costs Darkness lives in the purest of us all Cautiously unaware, her fears at bay I rested there motionless- my actions will still be stayed Vengeance was achieved before she looked away Her eyes were silent and no more afraid She spoke of waiting, waiting just for this day Though remorse ran her neck wet Wet with the blood and tears She was content like no one should be Her eyes breathed pain, her skin was warm Regret overwhelmed her heart for so long I killed my own to gain what was lost Darkness lives in the purest of us all She whispers slowly to me "You were always warm, but you would feel nothing..." She whispered closely to me "Wings aren't always white, but does that mean anything...?" She consoled herself in me "Your embrace was always cold, yet you would feel nothing..." She turn her eyes to me "Vengeance is all you had, but now do you have anything...?" My eyes breathed hate when my faith was wronged Emptiness grew where my heart belonged To **** my own despite the costs Darkness lives in the purest of us all Vengeance took my life, my faith I tossed Emptiness is now my heart's final clause I killed my own and must pay the cost My fangs are true, my white wings are lost © 2014
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC
Fangs for White Wings (Alt. II)
I've laid my sword down to save a soul One that was not worthy of penance Spoke love out of fantasy But this was the only choice I could see White wings were cut down and her eyes so impure Blood ran to a river's length as far as my vision could see My lips were purged of a faith turned to fallacy Within a kiss that was so familiar to me My eyes were pure, my faith was strong Betrayal struck where my heart belonged Killed by my own, my heart sang off Darkness lives in the purest of us all My heart bore fangs now that my eyes knew fear Vengeance meant survival- survival to end the means Of betrayed hearts waiting for the blood of the one who deceived My eyes breathed hate, my faith was wronged Emptiness grew where my heart belonged To **** my own despite the costs Darkness lives in the purest of us all Cautiously unaware, her fears at bay I rested there motionless- my actions will still be stayed Vengeance was achieved before she looked away Her eyes were silent and no more afraid She spoke of waiting, waiting just for this day Though remorse ran her neck wet Wet with the blood and tears She was content like no one should be Her eyes breathed pain, her skin was warm Regret overwhelmed her heart for so long I killed my own to gain what was lost Darkness lives in the purest of us all She whispers slowly to me "You were always warm, but you would feel nothing..." She whispered closely to me "Wings aren't always white, but does that mean anything...?" She consoled herself in me "Your embrace was always cold, yet you would feel nothing..." She turn her eyes to me "Vengeance is all you had, but now do you have anything...?" My eyes breathed hate when my faith was wronged Emptiness grew where my heart belonged To **** my own despite the costs Darkness lives in the purest of us all Vengeance took my life, my faith I tossed Emptiness is now my heart's final clause I killed my own and must pay the cost My fangs are true, my white wings are lost © 2014
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