A walking corpse filled with anguish and dread,
The sign of a soul that has too often been bled.
Why would his bright light simply burn out ?
Possibly because he is damaged throughout.
Eyes once shined with the innocence of youth,
Now doused by the creeping melancholy of untruth.
Dark and twisted, the only facets of his character,
A battle to the finish where he is not the victor.
Everyday going through the same arduous motions,
Lacking steady faith or unmatched devotion.
He is but a shadow, a stigma on our society
Craving a full blown invasion of privacy.
Exist he does but on a whole other plane,
Stuck on this bleak level, bound by chain.
Creating a shadow but never to leave a mark,
Not on our lives but only in the dark.
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Gracefully glide over dew robed grass
Vault over a thousand shards of glass
This isn’t the time to be bound to the past
Memories aside, away they are cast
Elegant dance through the starlit night
Doused in the silver essence of moonlight
Finally some space to openly breathe
Far apart from your monstrous creed
Soul wide open, aching for release
Pirouette in the dark, emotions unleashed
Reached the murky depths of my very being
This is the time, I shall not be fleeing
Light a fire as glorious as the Aurora
Creatures of the night released by Pandora
Ray of light extinguish these monstrosities
Dawn arrives, inhale the breeze.
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A blank stare welcomes my visage
Deep in my heart, hoping its a mirage Fingers trace scars that now replace beauty Once was grace now nothing but ghastly
My reflection gifts me with a face that is shaken
A constant reminder of everything that was taken Bloody tears well as I fall to the floor A cry as I crave heaven’s opalescent door
I tried to move on but the dark pushes me back
Nightmares hell bent on pushing me off track Sickness takes over my dreary waking hours While the face that is no more plagues the time of stars
All I can do now is just live
Smile and make pleasantries to all my kin Maybe one day someone will finally see Maybe someday i will eventually be free
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I bolt across with futile hopes of escape
A dive to the ground as pain comes my way Explosions as far as the eye can see Oh please release me from my agony
I crawl onward refusing to give up the fight
Determined not to give into the light My will to live, stronger than the temptation of sweet freedom A few more steps and I’m at the feet of the Heathen
A gun planted in between my eyes
Its master’s heart as cold as ice Is this the last thing I will see? Or does this mean that I am finally free?
Blood splatters as I see the end near
7 years on this planet lived only in fear What happened to the innocence of childhood? Cause all I’ve seen is the demon of manhood.
Embers dance as flames follow
Matched head to head with the shadow Eye to eye as the demons dance Take a look or you might lose your chance
For this masquerade happens seldom
In the depths of their fiery kingdom Where neither wears a cloak or mask Both engulfed in the other as they bask
To separate them is out of the question
Since one does not exist without the other Locked in an endless swirl of infinity An exquisite duo befitting nobility
The inferno is ablaze as the darkness sets in
One step after the other, neither shall win Together forever, fire and its shadow An elaborate waltz that will leave you hollow
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I feel the pain in my head,
As rage grips my mind like a claw. I now see with clarity the Woman in Black, Radiant as the sun and without flaw.
Her ashen face cloaked by an exquisite veil,
Like the sun eclipses the moon. As she beckons me closer with half a smile, A step forward and I’m ready to swoon.
Her beautiful face turns murky with every step,
As my head throbs with a need for release. Is it folly to continue on this treacherous path, Or is it destiny calling in all its wrath.
I choose to move onward, pain now gripping my heart,
While the epitome of beauty casts down her impenetrable veil. To reveal not a face of serenity, But one ravaged to all extremity.
I try to run but the agony is far too great,
Falling to the ground, flashes of white seize my mind. Peace engulfs me in its arms as I take my final breath, Looking at the Woman in Black who was nothing but death.