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Celestial

Despicable faces,
Medals of shame,
Suits of hypocrisy

When the blind rule,
With a counsel of fools
Married to the daughters of desolation

Fear and minority,
High walls surround,
A barricade
The palace of truth

A celestial’s descend,
A wager of wisdom
Lost of understanding,
Of a world without him

That in history he seeks,
The breath of immortality
With the echoes of his name
Just an empty heart
With its abyssal desires

She and I

We shall drown in this pool of loneliness,
and together marry the dark night with it’s cold silence
this world apart,
our backs against each other
but a gulf within our bed of roses
that flows like a river,
between fire and ice

you are so cold at my blaze
these dancing flames of my rage
screaming,
so you could whisper at me
and do you?
of course not
instead shut your heart
and become numb to my touch

If angels turn black,
then demons sure have a salvation
these carts of broken promises
history of a mounting deception
rags of a waning trust
now being stitched
with these hands of an aching soul

In the diary

Under a shade of a closed room,
Pages, and ink,
Dots of a scattered mind,
Scribblings on the wall
And painting on the ceiling
The bruises on her skin
The scars of her dying heart
And the shadow of her soul,

Daddy’s little princess
A face blurred,
In a bed of nightmares
When he sneaked in,
Marrying the silence of her tears,
That  soaked her pillows of youth
And stole her fountain of happiness
Before the sun rose,
Above her mountain of the past

Clench a fist

Clench a fist,

Take a blow to a stone wall

 

Crush your knuckles,

Hear them snap with a rattling

 

Cry to the sky,

Scream out all your pain

 

Now, look at your flesh torn,

Discharging red, atoning for your sins

 

Your rage burning like a flame,

Dancing randomly to the whisper of the wind

 

Certain winds blow it high,

And others simply play with it

 

Yet, eventually, the flame dies

Leaving your heart scorched black

 

Letting rise of a dark smoke,

Clouding the sun above your path

 

You then dwell in a lost world,

Folly acts guided by the hazy visions

 

Stumbling about everywhere

Breaking glass with every move

 

And only to walk through them afterwards

Bleeding your feet until you can’t move

 

Stubbornly, you bend on your knees

And once again, try to crawl your way out

 

The sharp pain flashes quick,

From your palms to the mind,

 

Like bad news across a sea,

Bringing with it, the cold wind of the dead

 

You howl loud, clenching your fists,

Blood dripping onto your ragged clothes

 

And then, shutting your eyes slowly,

You finally let tears run down your face

 

Falling onto your sooty heart,

And eroding it clean with every drop