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"lifetaker" poems
I Am The CaveDweller My soul is bound to the comfort of night. I see peace in the eyes of those walking in light. Why is mine a lonesome, misbegotten path? Bound to my darkness, with blackness, my craft. They see vividly what I see in smears. I'd rather be Blind, never seen it more clear. I Am The DeathEater My path, criticized. My love, mistaken. My truths, demonized. My intentions, forsaken. I exist in my very own questionable ways. Is what they may say. But yet, either way, They have failed to explain such a lack in my soul, The obligation to judge someone's ways, or my own. I Am The DreamKeeper I only doubt the meta-space where I belong. At any given time, my intention is not wrong. Why am I undeserving of the blessing of eyes, Capable of enjoying this dreadful paradise? Designed in a way to be loved in its allure. Yet my reality holds a truth morbid and obscure. I am The FleshKiller My outward darkness veils a radiant light. For under the skin, I am truly alive. Aware of the truths, of the infinite "you", The finite "you" hides from others, and you. I criticize my flesh as if I’m it's maker. I'm ashamed of this life. But I'm not a LifeTaker. I Am The LightBringer The allure of light is heartbreaking. As I remain in my statuette state of polarity, I will only dream of me belonging. It remains and sustains, acceptance and peace. Yet for me, they remain just out of my reach. I die by the hour while soaking in bleach. I Am The FatePainter I'm a sinful sonnet, a broken poem within. With my creative means to my own creative end. The TruthCraving LieBreaker, known as my head. Screaming “This is the end. You'll never begin again..." Yet I face another canvas, this in mind, for my sake. Every stroke I can make, paints my darkest mistakes. I Am The MindShaper Limited possibilities of existence make me numb. I understand every start brings a darker outcome. Is there really no promise, of existential peace? Can a bright soul, entrapped, ever be set free? I only question form, from within this faulted case. In metaphysical space, I've been put in my place. I Am The EndSeeker I cannot obtain, what I have never seen. To live and show love is to live a true me. I'm a creature of creation, On this abysmal planet. I'll orbit the sun, I will suffer, then I'll vanish. I float above the black. Trapped below the white. ****** hands washed with tears, as I carve out my light. ♦ Đerek Λbraxas ♦
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Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 2:30 AM UTC
QuantumPoet
LifeTaker
I Am The CaveDweller My soul is bound to the comfort of night. I see peace in the eyes of those walking in light. Why is mine a lonesome, misbegotten path? Bound to my darkness, with blackness, my craft. They see vividly what I see in smears. I'd rather be Blind, never seen it more clear. I Am The DeathEater My path, criticized. My love, mistaken. My truths, demonized. My intentions, forsaken. I exist in my very own questionable ways. Is what they may say. But yet, either way, They have failed to explain such a lack in my soul, The obligation to judge someone's ways, or my own. I Am The DreamKeeper I only doubt the meta-space where I belong. At any given time, my intention is not wrong. Why am I undeserving of the blessing of eyes, Capable of enjoying this dreadful paradise? Designed in a way to be loved in its allure. Yet my reality holds a truth morbid and obscure. I am The FleshKiller My outward darkness veils a radiant light. For under the skin, I am truly alive. Aware of the truths, of the infinite "you", The finite "you" hides from others, and you. I criticize my flesh as if I’m it's maker. I'm ashamed of this life. But I'm not a LifeTaker. I Am The LightBringer The allure of light is heartbreaking. As I remain in my statuette state of polarity, I will only dream of me belonging. It remains and sustains, acceptance and peace. Yet for me, they remain just out of my reach. I die by the hour while soaking in bleach. I Am The FatePainter I'm a sinful sonnet, a broken poem within. With my creative means to my own creative end. The TruthCraving LieBreaker, known as my head. Screaming “This is the end. You'll never begin again..." Yet I face another canvas, this in mind, for my sake. Every stroke I can make, paints my darkest mistakes. I Am The MindShaper Limited possibilities of existence make me numb. I understand every start brings a darker outcome. Is there really no promise, of existential peace? Can a bright soul, entrapped, ever be set free? I only question form, from within this faulted case. In metaphysical space, I've been put in my place. I Am The EndSeeker I cannot obtain, what I have never seen. To live and show love is to live a true me. I'm a creature of creation, On this abysmal planet. I'll orbit the sun, I will suffer, then I'll vanish. I float above the black. Trapped below the white. ****** hands washed with tears, as I carve out my light. ♦ Đerek Λbraxas ♦
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