I hope for my sojourn in the night to be short yet I know it is improbable.
My world exists to torment me.
My world will not allow me to end my suffering because it takes pleasure in my pain.
I do not deny my place I embrace it.
My form becomes a shadow.
My Heart becomes acidic.
It wouldn't matter how hard I strive to run.
The demonic blaze that is my savior and executioner always prevails.
Denial of Truth
Sadness woven into the seams that bind me for all eternity.
A hope that never had a hope forsaken.
My world returns to the inevitable emptiness.
I feel the nothingness creep towards to me once more.
My soul turns in upon itself and reshapes itself black.
I feel nothing as the hollow tears stream down my face.
I wish to feel your soft touch but when I touch I feel nothing.
I wish to see your malevolent beauty but my eyes see nothing.
I wish to hear your musical voice but my ears hear nothing.
I wish to smell your heart-warming scent but I smell nothing.
And nothing is all I know forevermore.
The True Diversion
Lives cast aside for the greater "good."
Peace unkempt, truth denied until now, war imminent.
Treacherous ally, honorable foe, so goes the game.
Dark souls hiding forever behind a mask of purity.
Favorable hearts denied for outlandish idea.
A world or a soul what is more important?
A that question that shall question all mortality.
Young Content
Meaningless scriptures of written harmony.
Charlatan prophecies of questions never pondered.
Verse that would render even the most pristine of saints a heretic.
Descriptions of whimsy so seething with ignorance.
Thoughts so twisted the most practical of wise clerics would scream unending.
Apathetic jesting that would scar the most low of hearts.
Such arrogance in the keep of their knowledge that neither the most loving of men nor women would venture a chat.
Such is that of youth with promise in their future and content in their shallow present.
Born on low and made noble to the mind set they only know.
Their scriptures seeking position.
Prophecies wanting recognition.
The verse attempting friendship.
Descriptions finding release.
Thoughts striving for redemption.
Jesting endeavoring for lone serenity.
Their knowledge is questing to find strength to carry the woe.