My Dark Poetry
As a silent being. I live to reap the cold. The crevice's of fate that seek my grasp, awash with cries unheard. Voiceless dreams left to scourge. My will. My being. An unknown thing, lost with the solace. Awash with reverie. How I longed. How I yearned. Craving the lust. The forsaken thing. My senses dulled. My perception weak. Viewing what would be my fate, to feel her tender touch, her warm and tender embrace, but I knew not the earthly cost.
My life blood down her veins, now I am one. An eternal being, amidst a solemn sky. Dark and bleak. I know now my destiny, for tis' my heart that fails to see, that my eternal youth, was never mine to keep. Visions of release, flit amongst my eyes. The last promise of beauty, within the orb I seek to breach. Hues of crimson. The sight I cannot bare, the last embrace of sanctity ends with a duluge of woe.
Motes of glowing light obscure my fading sight. My soul left to visions as my being fades to dust. My voiceless wail sounds so mellow, a pain I now endure, but I knew the clasps released, for my heart now hath found its cure. My being sings of darkness as that is what I see. My soul floats in worship viewing the veil that shrouds the key. ^