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From me to Thee
If our lips were to cuddle
Under the arrows of tears--
An angel's elation Sincere
Would you then unburden
Your tortured soul to me?
If you were to feel the life in my chest
When your troubled head concedes,
And know my heart never to deceive
Would I then be able to bequeath
My declining soul to thee?
The Undertaker
Fog canopies the cemetery
As the blood moon scowls
A smell emits from the ground--ghastly
And a hand penetrates the dirt how
A chick emerges from its shell
Looming is a black cladded giant
With long stygian disheveled hair
The color of the atmosphere is now violet
Be prepared to face your damned despair
A tombstone is already crafted.
Grieve
I constantly grieve for you
Oh, how I used to hate you
I once saw in the reflection
Someone looking to be adored--
Eyes polluted with sorrow, a gaze
So bleak that a mannequin looked more
real
How could you still feel?
Why did you still try?
Where the answer lies
Resides behind that doleful look
That opaque oasis that we call will
And you willed your way there--
To the state you're at now
I used to hate you, but
Now, I think I love you.
The Crimson Rider
I have a vision where I--
Eyes scarlet, hair abalze--
Roam the earth extracting souls
For the glory of the allmighty--
My new and forever Lord!
Do you hear me? May I serve thee?
GO BRONCOS
I already have my face on my profile picture ( Maskless) so I'm taking this time to shamefully showcase the best football team in the world--the Denver Broncos !! I hope this shows up well when it's uploaded!
I Will
I can't quite seem to find you
Yet, you always seem to find me
How is it that my aim were dreams
But your dreams are me?
So tell me, how can I find you?
How did you find me in the seas
Of trauma, where my thoughts anchored
My being to aimless troubled needs
To what lengths much I stretch for you?
Must I delve into the fire of your ire?
Or hold you when illness keeps you still?
Perhaps you shouldn't have to tell
Perhaps I should always know
Now I will passionately fortell
That I will die trying to find you--
And make you a Heaven out of my Hell.
Wings
Change is seen as a worm on a hook
And we, the unsuspecting fish
Latch on--we either escape or die
If free, we move on aimlessly
If thrown into an atmosphere--new
We sinew the unknown with the known
Then we find that change is like air--
Always there, continuously needed
Perhaps, we escape water to grow wings.
Burn
My heart burns everyday since you left
A sort of desperate, pleasing delight
A light of fiery remembrance
For it was real
We were real
Do you?
Burn?
Burn?
Do you?
We were real
For it was real
A light of fiery remembrance
A sort of desperate, pleasing delight
My heart burns everyday since you left
The Crown of Death
The “Crown of Death” had long devastated the city. No other pesitilence had ever been so brutal nor so remarkably displeasing. A large black crown-like emblem could be found indiscriminately and on just one particular aspect of the body. Unlike other diseases of the time, this pestilence didn’t cause any immediate pain. Rather, the disease would slowly disintegrate the body--first, by consuming white blood cells, then by inhabiting the fat. As a natural yet unfortunate intial reaction to the knowledge of this unknown illness, many ignorant individuals welcomed the crown into their lives. They hoped that the weight loss would slim their bodies to their personal fantasies.
The Crown of Death held no care to the plight of the ignorant nor the conscientious. It just wanted to feed and spread. And, due to people’s negligence of each other, spread it did. Once the Crown entered the human body, it would readily take the shape and functionality of the white blood cell. Such trickery allowed for a steady hunt against the "fighter" cells. One by one, the imposter fighter cells would creep upon the white cells before prouncing suddenly towards its prey. It would then quickly absorb the helpless cells. Not long after, the imposter cell would regurgitate the defeated fighter cell, only now it’s internal design and purpose were aligned with the Crown.
Next, Dozens of newly crowned imposter cells would search, locate and infest the fat of the human body. The eating was fast, yet not so fast as to cause uncomfortable aches within the body. The intelligence of the Crown was unparalled. After these two fazes are completed, the Crown now only had to deliver the final devasting blow to the human condition.
People who were at first sleeping or walking, either unaware or conscious of the effects of the Crown would--seemingly out of the blue--suffer great pains. The primary source of the pain was ignited within the stomach. Individuals would whimper and lumber their upper-torso down towards their knees. Once this effect occured, there would be no prayer nor medicine that could take the pain away. The crown worked swiftly and without a care.
Those who began to curl on the floor due to the unrelenting pain would soon recieve another side-effect. Their skin--once clear and smooth--rapidly began to spoil until the epidermis resembled the pigment of darkly shaded clouds. Their teeth were yellowed, their eyes were nearly scarlet and the tounge almost appeared to be made of ash. At this stage, indiviudals rocked themsleves in the fetal position while continuously and incoherently moaning in a tired pain.
The last stage was the most brutal. The bones and ligaments and tendons of the infected would begin to break, twist and reconfigure itself. The body would shrink until its length was comparable to that of a child’s. Spectators and family members watched in horror, somtimes in emotionless stature, as death was swiftly taking place in front of them. In the end, the individual would lay motionless, their bodies transmuted into somehting unspeakable by most and unthinkable by the rest. Their bodies seemed to resemble a Crown-- cold and dark. Then, the Crown of Death would hold illimitable domion over the minds and souls of all.