"forsakened" poems
Lost in despair, Found on faith.
These happen to the forsakened, things just happen with no warning.
Rather it be lossing your bearings, Or just walking in the believe of something greater than yourself.
Forsaken can break their curse, But can also be bound if they so choose to let it.
Ravenous from rage, Claimed with love.
Two things that monster's feel, though they can't control this outcome.
Rage fills them when barricades block their path, Love fills the monster with clearity allowing it to relax.
Just remember the monster is no different from being forsakened.
Monsters feel rage, Forsakened feel vengeful.
Forsakend feel hope, Monsters feel love.
Those who barricade or break a path are in the direct path to being ******
For on the otherside is a Merciless and Vengeful being heading your way.
To be forsakened is to become a monster, To be monster was once forsakened.
Thinking about it is no diffent then watching you lose your humanity,
Doing something is to change that which you became.
Forsakened to become a monster, Once forsakened and now choatic.
The monster is and will always be a reminder for those who barricade ignorantly,
Forsakened is the first path of the monster, It's up to thy forsaken to be monster or human.
Which path would you choose if you become forsakened?
Would you let vengence fill your veins, or try forgiveness?
My path can't be alterd, I didn't get the chance for choice.
Too many barricades, Too many losses.
Those who know this are already monsters, Those who don't make your decision.
The path is yours to make, For those who been blessed with a path.
Monster Forsaken or Human?
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 12:54 PM UTC
Alone
Lost and forgotten
I carry on
Throughout my life
Wandering
Hoping to find
Meaning
Of my meaningless exsistance.
For months
I thought of things
Reasons
No more excuses really
As to why
What did I do to you
And the answer never appears
So why do I even bother
Holding onto something
That at the time
Felt so good
So right
And for what
Just to be cast
Into the darkest
Recesses of this wretched life
By those closest to me
What will it take?
What do you want?
Tell me...
Or am I just a fleeting memory
I know I mean nothing now
I knew it from the start
My mind has fallen victim
To sweet
And empty
Promises
The grounds
Have been defiled
With lies
Wrath
Envy
Lust
Disloyalty
To where it has no room
For honor
So I walk alone
In this life
With nowhere in mind
For you see
All I ever was and ever will be
Is Forsakened.
Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 10:41 PM UTC
So many things
I want to tell you
But they were never
Able to come out
And now they haunt me
Torment me
In the darkest recesses of my mind.
Sometimes being away
Makes me realize
Just the right amount
Of emotion I have bottled
Inside and away from you.
If you only knew.
How sometimes at night
Id pray to disappear
To die
But
I find the answer
Death would only end the suffering
And start another.
Would you care?
Would you stop me?
No, you would let me go
Down that forsakened path alone.
Torn my heart
Stained my soul
Tears of blood
Flow from unseen wounds
And pool on the floor
As I stand before you
Pure tears
Fall down my face
And mix with the blood
That seems to flow
More from my chest cavity
In my hands
I held the still beating heart
As I hold it out to you
Looking in your hands
Where the silver metal
Flashed in the moonlight.
Wake up
Its just a dream
Or is it.
Images seem to haunt
My mind
So was it really a dream
Or am I eternally alone
And haunted
By a memory.
Sep 2, 2012
Sep 2, 2012 at 11:53 PM UTC
Twining
these wings in diversion
I've elapsed..
there Is no misreading
these wings exhaust
breaking away
to the milky way moon
and dark ivory sea
with swaying hips
glowing by the glint
in a raven vault of heaven
..
vapor
lanced inside me
like a helix
and your lambent visage
is etched by our waves
you endure
emptiness with you
except
the delicate rosey interior you
had coveted in the passed
you had set free the anchor
and forsakened the charity
depleted blue reflections
grow vaguely in my hand
so i bandaged up my box
of its battered soul ,
and i stitched myself shut
and i abandoned your escape
of memory
[ ||. ]
hostile. incisive. and sunkened
in this entity i revered
you will somehow
breathe me into exaultaion
for the final time
-before all else maybe-
you and I
two serpants intertwine
we brutaly encircle as one
you are the zeal
no more
in the act of the dying beat
i lay it to rest
as you dreamed
one of these nights
it will shatter skyward
it will tred lightly in your inkling
in baptizems of sand
in torrents of blood
~
in each other
languishing
missing you.
© S.T. Rebel of Eden
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC