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| Said to be the Sentinel at the Gate...The Demon in your mind. You allow me to Plague you. I am the Desiease you willing embraced....You breathed in my darkness and it pollenated within you. I am the Gifted, Not because of what I can do.....But because of what you allow me to gain in moments i am with you...It isn't that I am the Demon....I am only the Reflection of you...You hide. |
| Sending on the threshold of time, and looking out from the door. Was it the eyes of demons that shimmered in the past....Did I leave my Post....Did I wander into the endless Abyss in search for something more. I Wonder if this is a Living Dream were you sing my Lullaby. Death has given me all things I can Reflect upon....and Life has granted me the hate....the anger, and the utter dismissle of all the human race. I now stand upon the threshold I was once the ward of...and I let the Secptures and demons out....Open the cage, as the Dove burns to the ground. Years I stood, and watched over you...Now I only Wish pain. As the doors are threwn open...and I see Time slip away, Gifted my Last Breath and it little more than a Sigh. I Died long ago...And the Demon you Sought out....that you seen in me; Now is Awakening... |
| This is an interlude to my soul....When vision of the heart and souls eem to cascade around me, and the voices sing so sweet, I stand upon the peek of my own existance and look out into the bleek nightm are we call life. I salvage very few things in my mind and if you are blessed ennough to be one...that in the treasury locked away deep within me you are within; or some part of you si within that vault. Feel Honored. Few are gifted with my mortal status, few rfeel the reality I locked away. I do not seek salvation...I seek a Savior. One that will Tread this place of life with me. This is my Dream...And you are a Hinderance to my Existance. Pray you do not meet me among shadows, for that will be your last dream. |
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