by the book and by the blade
by all that lies under the shade
I traverse along with my phantasms across the worldly glades

I ****** my sword into the earth
and stand firm against this turbulence
inspired by virulence my phantasms
guise over me
this is a rift in reality  
you may call it an abnormality

by the book and by the blade
by the lustful mermaid
you hold no sway over my heart
for I have built a barricade
I see through your facade  
you malevolent  with lust
I feel nothing but disgust

by the book and by the blade
by those who renegade
fatal is your deed
wicked is your breed
you have no time to save
the crimson reaper is at your grave

bad blood runs through my veins
this dire world is veiled by rain
hanging onto despair, bound by chains
I grow weary of the flames lurking within
the haziness I live in
morbid I grow by the day
morbid I grow by the night
you may call it madness
I call it  darkness


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lasso of despair

unable to escape,
some folk get tied down by the lasso of despair.

unable to survive,
some folk  end themselves using the lasso of despair.

unable to be silent in the shade,
some folk rise up climbing the lasso of despair.

-warpoet