I feel the pain well up inside me from the dark chasm of the hated.
I feel the anguish of the thousands who died a "hero."
Inside this mind of shadows I wander aimlessly blind into the eternal black.
From the deepest heart-break to the slightest paper cut I cry from ever hurt that ones will feel.
I am not one of you yet I am every single one of you.
I am the Pain.
I am the Suffering.
I am the Lost.
I am the Diseased.
I am the Damned.
I am the Misery.
I am the sorrow.
Ending to my end
In the shadows where I dwell I wallow in my own sorrow.
I cry my tears of relentless misery.
I will not stop bleeding til my life stops being.
I want my freedom.
I want my redemption.
But above all else I want my sweet sweet comforting death.
Farest of Tails
Outward thought falling away.
Inward thinking prancing constantly.
Dank darkness hiding we.
Shallow rivers drowning me.
Torrents of time overflowing he.
Sojourns of inter-space deafening she.
Alignments failed to place properly.
Devotees feeling doubt, most definitely.
Perfection being wasted, most atrociously.
Death tolls get softer, life counts get louder, not recently.
If this is confusing me then I know you're seeing right below.
Shadows invading faster, Light retreating slower, integration moving assuredly.
The virgins seeing black, the hated seeing white, more oftenly.
Testaments of faith going to sea.
Earth rising and receding while water crumbles away to particles, always feverently.
Meanings abolished and confusion abound.
Pacifist plotting antagonally violence.
Measurements falling tall.
Devious planning purity, and pure deeming devious so depressedly.
Costly life, and joyous death, occur frequently.
Failing deities, and approving imperfects, sort the median of none.
Misery and me for eternity
Misery chases me down the moonlit hall.
Misery covets me as a warrior would their sword.
Misery loves me as a mother would her child.
Misery follows me as a shadow does their master.
Misery causes tears from me that all can see.
Misery oh misery, sweet sweet misery, won't you comfort me.
And in the sleep of the night, as I lay awake, Misery does come to me, but never will she comfort me.
Misery, oh sweet sweet misery, I am she and she is me, my dearest sweet misery.
And still misery, my dearest sweet misery, chases me down the moonlit hall.
Shadows
Shadows rise and shadows fall.
I sit alone here in my home with no one and nothing to see.
I go away and come back soon after.
Every morning I wake up with the same feeling of emptiness and every day seeing her reminds me of just the opposite.
Sorrow
Blood rings the crown of sorrow.
Hate shrouds her in night.
Destruction hides her in false contentment.
Deception clouds her mortal's mind.
She plays her part as darkness through her consort.
She sees black in the brightest light.
She lives forever and dies in a moment.
She holds no bounds to those of joy.
She who is born unto her majesty sorrow.
Tormenting Questions
Pristine souls dwindle to few.
The Relentless that rise to fall, fall to rise.
Those that seek, to lay a course, lay a course to where they lay.
If it means everything to get nowhere and nothing to get somewhere where are we?
If time marches on but nothing marches what time is it?
If going down means going up and going up means going down how do we get to the middle?
If all life is important how can we be of no importance?
Why does the ones of no importance decide what is important?
How can perfection be defined by the imperfect?
Why try to attain perfection when to attain it is to become pointless?
Trust In Perfection
Love intertwines to form Fate's hands.
Hands that cultivate dreams into being.
A soul being swept along the world's immoral current.
Swimming against the tide of depravity.
The hope-blind enduring the anguish that besets the romancer.
Destiny forging the weakest pairs into the strongest of one.
Always for the sake of the heart and the soul.
Always entrusting to faith that perchance we have found our mate in paradise's arms.
Copyright � 2004 Sebastian Salonko