Inconceivable

With passion and warfare – blood and of tears… Freedom is purchased with pain and of fears. A look to the distance – a longing heart… A map of the future unable to chart. Power, seduction, a false sense of pride – the sacrifice of your soul in form of slow suicide. A deliverer mankind powerless to see, but what profit hath the man to own the world and lose eternity? 

The love for one’s self is the destroyer. Your self inflected blindness will be your undoing, for a light is made available to the darkness. Put down your pride and open your eyes, the true love you shunned was you that you despised. Unable to see, unable to see – the pit you’ve dug in the midst of a darkened night is only rivaled by the blackness of your heart. This isn’t what you want, but what you’ve earned – the payment for your fallacy. 

A near inconceivable thought is one of you forging me, for scarcely is an ounce of forgiveness for myself a thought in me. Yet if this forgiveness be true let me be also, to perhaps liberate myself from this trench of sorrow. For something this unimaginable, though it be far from even myself – to lose would destroy irreparably. This destruction would, above all and without shadow of doubt, be inconceivable… My fate and your mercy, entwined inseparably.

©DC

Increaseth in knowledge:

Guilty heart torn by my own pride

Spiraling down a travesty slide

Overwhelmed by my own frustrating inability

To line up to societies conformity

An outcast among outcasts

Of the collectively inept

I point my compass south

And my fate I do accept

Double meanings and words that confound

The mask of happiness in tears begins to drown

Confusion reigns my heart and soul

This life of death is my black hole.

A parable of grief and devastation

Has become my dearest possession

Knowledge has become my curse

A self mockery in my regression

©DC

Hope?

I tore at my face to remove the cast that covered it

To break the conformity that was forced upon me

And as my hands pooled with the blood of my own desire

My sweat and tears reflected the very pit and mire

My own flesh under my nails as I claw in anguish

As my mortality shook like a leaf in the wind

My dreams were shed, my fears increased, hope was thinned.

Then like a crack of thunder, a bolt of light that breaks the night sky

A beam of hope pierced my soul, my ruin to deny

While pain of desperation, my despair taking hold on me

My thoughts: is it possible a shattered life to repair?

Or is death my final stop, and the beginning of misery

The clock approaches midnight and decisions must be made

Yet I put my mask back on again and join this life’s parade.

And behold the masks of those around me, in the devils masquerade.

(C) DC

Shallow souls

The torment I feel inside is only equaled by the tears I’ve cried.

Passionate embrace of old still burns white hot but seems ice cold.

It tears at my heart and rips bleeding chunks from my soul.

Why can’t I walk away?

Please comfort me with lies that all will be okay…

I can no longer tread the path of the dead.

I must exhume myself from this pit of sorrows grave.

Dirt under my nails as I claw at the cage above,

Screams of determination mixed with pain, and love.

As the breath of life brings a fire to my eye

The sinews of flesh animate this dead mans cry

It comes in waves and I ready myself for this fight.

The hairs on my neck at attention as I stay my ground till morning light

The approaching enemy like a fool to slaughter continues its advance.

I bury myself in rage and release this hypnotic trance.

My confidence is not misplaced.

I see red

As blood flows down my face, but not my own.

Penance you cannot afford as I destroy what you sought to steal from me.

You can’t kill what’s already dead.

And the life you thought you had is now hanging by a thread

You beg

Don’t look at me with sorrows eyes it won’t buy you any time

Feel sorry for yourself and not for me you can’t bind that which is free

Remorse is not given to thee how fitting that you still can’t see

That it’s liquid black and empty in the pool of shallow souls

©DC

The Clock of Mortality

With every passing moment

With every departing day

We grow closer to our destiny

Buried under clouds of grey

The final destination

Life on earth come to end

Entering into our own demise

Were shall we descend?

Although we try and stave its sting

And push it far away

The darkness of the unknown rules us

And guides us on our way

With so many gone before us

And the memory of them spent with time

Their souls gone forever

The clock of mortality, magnificently sublime…

©DC