Blue PulseBlue PulseBlue Pulse
I see you shimmer under crescent moonlight, and wonder if I will ever breathe again. Stilled agains't a glassy night, settled in after the freshly fallen rain. A silence awakens, and the world ribbits into a distant murmur. A slight sloshing bring down spirits. gazes manifest beyond the muddy and ruddy waters. Then there you were, be still my freshly falln heart, distill the silence that fell upon me, like a blanket by parks bedside. Through the sleeping world a dream appears. Wetted locks, somber lips, quaking eyes... As shades of clou
Demonic DealingsDemonic DealingsDemonic Dealings
Who do I turn to as the weight bears down on me? Causing a contemptuous and continuous crumble. Shaking foundations from beneath the pillars of any beliefs, and severs the nobility therein.
I am not but a man, unforged in iron nor as thick as clay. So then why should I aspire to do more? Selling souls for profit, which bears fruit for new demons. Hell is paved with dispondant eyes gazing anywhere but here. And hear, and harken onto me, from trumpets a choir sounds, the angels abort me and I wake as man wakes everyday.
So t
Sanctity of SubmissionSanctity of SubmissionSanctity of Submission
There is an ominous wind blowing, down alleyways and canvasing streets. The brooding darkness grows, shadows stretching and consuming all. My skeleton cools and marrowed bones start to carode. Blood seeps into sheets, and the loving embrace of malevolent smiles surrounds me So where do I turn? To the confirmation that only conformity could elude? To be used? Or the savage heart of a killers caresses, with blades tenderly tearing down my neck, and through the vanity that only skin could allow? So then how do Gods prey?
Makers WishesMakers WishesMakers Wishes
The pitter patter of fresh rain steps on the sill, drip drop oblivious stepping of mans will. Convusively shouting from the slickest of skies, the involuntary shuffling of God's gilded cries. Invisible to the universal cloud nested gleam, percipitated into the ever widening stream. From dim in dark to dusk all in tow, as night forcibly rounds us coaxing us to go. The the eye of God's betrothed to sky part streams, as ages of man cast up in ubiquitous dream. Flailing to meet makers or marker of yore, until all convulsion overcomes the whore. Filt
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