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Nov 2015 · 411
Drowning in the Shallows
Dying Embers Nov 2015
The rapid beat
Of my heart
A stormy night
Torrential rains
Flood me
For I am
Drowning in the shallows
Of my own dispair
I no longer care
I don't need you
You've consumed me
I've lost my entity.
Nov 2015 · 362
Crying for the Masses
Dying Embers Nov 2015
Blinded by your individual sadness
consumed by hatred
fuel for your deeds
driven by your greed
Your infinite needs
violent tendencies
surround me
Tragic world in madness
I find myself
Lost in the sadness
I lay here
Crying
For the masses.
Nov 2015 · 242
Sorrow
Dying Embers Nov 2015
Frantically
running through the fog
Desperately
grasping at air
Catching just the shadows
of what I seek
The thunder
of my heart in my ears
The tears flowing
down my cheeks
memories
through blind eyes
I see.
Nov 2015 · 266
Trapped
Dying Embers Nov 2015
Standing in the sunlight
Swallowed
By internal shadows
A prisoner in my own skin.
Unable to escape
Unwilling to let you in
Silent screams
Echo a sad tune
Playing endless to a tortured soul
Held captive by the Invisible chains
Of my own loyalties.
Nov 2015 · 352
Forbidden
Dying Embers Nov 2015
Lost in those brown eyes
That smile at me
As your vise like grip of love
Clenches upon my heart
Ice cold fingers digging in
Burning in a flameless fire
Forbidden desires
Consume me
Body yearns
For a demons touch
Heart aches
Desires foresake
The unrelenting pain
Of a souls lust
Nov 2015 · 297
Triumphant
Dying Embers Nov 2015
The eerie quiet
The aftermath
Of a souls cry
When the silence screams
And your heart dies
With vivid clarity
Suddenly you know
Pick yourself up
and dust it off
Never let it show
Its time to rise
Above the ashes
Beyond the pain
Someday
Later
You'll smile
Again
Nov 2015 · 318
Invisible Strings
Dying Embers Nov 2015
Your fingers strum
swiftly
upon my heart
A melody so lovely
Do you bring
Enchanted am I
Trapped in your spell
A dance
Unending
A puppet on invisible strings
Abused and misused
Yet yearning
For a cold touch
on a bruised body
Swirls of crimson
Glisten
Upon the floor
Visual echoes
From all the dances before.

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