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Wretched OneEmperor smilesEmperor trialsFrom atop his hilltop towerJust where the sun liesHis image, that of a godFades away by the hourBefore his eyesEyes of a wretch
DustDustIs all we breatheUnwanted and unlovedFrom skies of desolationTo skies of sombre spiritRustIs all we beliveIs all we needTo save our mindsFrom this wicked creationDust of lungsRust of tonguesDefy and deny
NightDawnheart of ebony sky-lights struggling freein a sea of sombrepale dots shimmeringspreading too thinfrom pillows reachsplashes of orange-warmth spillsfrore ground
Antslegions of ants build an great empiremoving earth and life itself witha tenacious attitudethough not myth nor evena lie of epicproportions cancompare tothis grandtruth
Voids Of A MuseVivid sketches; Cascade forward from ink and pen Of words an canvas dreams Time an time againReaching out and pulling you within it's intricant seams As though a pit of snakes tangled tightly in loops of endless spiraling voids The voids of a muse
Oh Mighty Guilt Pt IOh Mighty Guilt, That Which Bothers Me SoPart I: My Self Proclaimed InfamySplotches of red delicately cascaded upon my weary faceFrom the fiery light upon the slender torchIt's warmth spread across my neck, onto my cheeks, then finally resting just upon my foreheadOh how it's warmth buried me in a blanket of tranquilityInto the distance stood a wall of Grey hazy fog settled within the vague remains of blocks now passedFigures moved almost rhythmically through the criss crossing streetsAs though they've done this dance of the streets day after dayDay after dayWeek after weekFollow the dance of the streetsDay after dayWeek after weekThe droning dance of the streetsOh how it wore on my nervesMenacingMenacing streetsThe moon now unsheathed from the clouds sits blankly within the flurry of brightly colored starsGiving off a small blue tint, which now battled the warming red upon my faceDelicately upon my face the red layNow being sieged upon by tints of
Seeds Of MindsAs the Grey fog settled deeply within the streets,planting the seeds for endless waves to ariseAnd silence was drawn behind the bleak stareof aimless wanderers sprouting from every cornerNo colour, nor shapeJust silhouettes of a depleted mind
Violent Flashes In The Skyeradicate the skyline,in a flurry of orange and whitecleansing the earthwith it's violent light
Poetic Shorts: 3Love can be defined many ways But spelled only one way