

Waiting but still hereI am still here and you left. why? you promised I promised I can't blame I can't imagine It was too frail It seemed too perfect Such is the nature such is the way I gave you my trust You gave me your heart I wished I had listened deeper I wished I had sought you I thought I had known I had dreamed too sweet and you disappear I simply let go I couldn't bear I wouldn't listen The thoughts cut too deep the wounds bled too openly I took comfort in your arms I hoped you'd found solace in mine I wouldWaiting but still here


Serpents LieSimple silken words over ashen tongues bathed in lye does it burn, do you feel it? sitting upon your tongue how does its taste? what is its shape? how does it roll around your chamber and still it rests upon your tongue Does it seem to be alive? will you know it once its gone? does it weigh upon your mind? sitting naked on your tongue? how do you know what it will become? how could you let it, you so bold So you are that full of pride that you grew a lie upon your tongue.Serpents Lie


IfateerIfateer A falling tear I fear the tear So sullen dropped From salty eye With perfect shape And gentle roundness Roling tenderly over the warm breeze Over while and billow A trail of pressence the texture Of silk rolling quickly Dripping spinning The flawless orb of moonlit majesty Graceful in trail like the reflection of flight So to the end of its run to the bottom of the ichor Let go into the heavens Forever fallen into illustory Lost into the world like a saline globe of the heavens The liquor of the hurt The wine of the painedIfateer


Bitter BetrayalSweet flow of crimson crysallis, nurturing and breeding, loving, conceeded. Taste the flow of the nectar that runs through us humid and thick, viscous and dark How does it taste upon those rosey lie stained lips. How does it feel upon that tongue of a traitor's mouth Is this what you wanted to see, So beautiful and vibrant So healthy and cherished Facades are the tools of the decadents. They build mirror images like apparition in your eyes draining deep your sucor from the grail that held the life bitting down in vigor upon the bread that held the soul life feeds onBitter Betrayal
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I feel no urge to take the role of a Messiah, teaching the blind how they should live.
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