"eternalised" poems
the dire debonair of the arena
feral fatalist fettered to insatiable throes
his triad of tenets: slit throats, slain soldiers, serial sin
ethos eternalised as a brothel of bodies
ballad of the battle
this altar of adrenalin, stilled at the shrill aria of blade
betrothal of shattered bones and faltered breath
frail life for a radiant death, liberation befallen
behold, birth bred on the front
heartbeat hell-bent for the taint of blood
tender thrall afresh, befit to bite
isolated inhale of desire, arise the hostile
lord of the lost
to dine on heroes, relish their finale
his alienation as a bane of fate
adrift in a red tide that threatens silent desolation
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 4:38 PM UTC
Love is at first a whisper... pressed against your ears, by the wind. Then it becomes a flicker, that burns from within; emotions expressed... exposed and eternalised; though you would wish them only to end.
So, in a futile attempt to repent, you remind yourself of a reality well known; though you would wish it, not your own: "We are friends, just friends... and nothing more."
So you brace yourself, content to never show, those emotions that you have buried in an unmarked grave; so that they will never know.
Lo, you embrace your hell, content to type the words that you cannot tell; love is the blurred line, between heaven and hell.
Love is the lullaby, that you sing to yourself; an elixir of poison mercury, that you drink for your health.
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 11:19 AM UTC