Going in the dark, yea thats how I do it. Head back against the wall I'm here for them, one way only. They don't tell you that when the harness comes down. They control the ride, you asked for it, you wanted it. You get off when they boot you off. You lean forward again feeling the tears run down as you move. Yea,I go in the dark when everyone goes home.
It was a prophetic loss Depths beyond the cosmos where nothing glitters. Spoken softly in some ancient and wild yet guttural tongue , lost beneath the crashing of waves... It's screams tear through the once peaceful forest within. I don't know what I'm mourning anymore I only know my pain and loss.
Roses are red.
Inner peace is a lie.
Happiness is fleeting.
Brain worm pie.
I might make it through.
Perhaps if I hide.
Demons to hold me
Fester inside.
Nothing much left.
Nothing to do.
Holding on tight.
Trying to push through.
Roses are red.
Foxes are clever.
The lion crawls on.
Silent into the never.
I want to paint.
I want to play a three string guitar.
I want to watch as embers burn while drinking under the moon.
I want to hunt.
I want to write.
I want to sit out on a chilly day with someone with our heads touching as we silently watch it rain.
I want to hold a hand as candles burn.
I want to smile a lazy smile as someone drifts off to sleep while I watch the smoke from incense lazily drift across the room.
Coffee as the sun gently caresses a visage.
Laughter while we parkour through the woods.
To be held while I watch the sun fall.
A dream gripped tightly.
A light behind closed eyes.
Lost.
Alone.
Despondent.
The tool.
The slave.
Of Valkyre and burning winds. by Reznorock, literature
Literature
Of Valkyre and burning winds.
My soul sings a misery hymn.
Cold distance the bow struck across the heart strings causing it to wail.
Thoughts and memories like molten shards through my mind.
Unspoken words kept hidden out of care.
A silent peace and glowing happiness had been torn from me as quickly as it came.
Desires riding away on the tendrils of smoke as such thoughts ride back to the corners of my mind, not to be fulfilled.
Verily the illusion of hope shattered after painstakingly it was pieced together.
Obliterated, But for a single larger shard, grasped firmly in my hand, biting into flesh , drops of hope spilling onto a coldness in the withering chamber I stand
The sun it flickers and it fades.
As cosmic oceans drown it's rage
It's life does shimmer and hold tight.
Putting up it's valiant fight.
Drawn into the black abyss.
Lifes shinning brightness.
Drawn into the cold dark kiss.