WanderlustWithin this poetic heart of mineThat’s unmoved, unaltered throughout timeT’is there my true abyss existsA black hole, a cavity, an utter cyst.Enslaved and shackled a slave to the causeTo bring pen to paper and perform a ritual abhorred,To transcribe verse and chord of melodious discord.Where my true self lies, bound and broken on the floor.Cursed I am, though perhaps not.For I’m both the slaver as the captive sod.Written harmony of bitter tears, instil in me, not this awful fear,But strike me down oh sword of the just,Let me sate - my wanderlust.
tCoM Teaser - collabSAbe damned and be goneYour heart be puzzled, forlorn!PHBBe burned and be scorn,Your flesh from mine, forever torn.SAscorned and depraved, this shadowed enclave,Weariness living in this brave new world;A slave guided only by instinct, enslaved -I'd rather die than be your flesh abhorred!PHBabhorred t'was not, for as said be true.My flesh naught show sorrow or pain like pure winter snow.T'was thine very existence that stained my virgin sheet,t'was thine essence that restrained me, never to be free'd.SAI am the restrain, that made thee impure?!You were never chaste, you led thine self towards allure;I was the pure winter snow, a chilling frost unperturbed!'twas I... so dark... the midnight disturbed...'twas I... so dark... the midnight disturbed...PHBT'is you, the dark that left the midnight scorn.Send us puzzled and forlorn.Thou st
SilenceWhen silence breaks the strongest noise.Nothing spoken yet strongly felt,Reminiscent of your voice.
Tear me apartIf I’d disappear in the middle of the nightLike a silent whisper caught into howling windForever out of reach, forever out of sight.Much like a tree in winter I slowly wither – but do not die.I’d be the fleeting smoke from your blown out candlelight.Would you still utter words as I’m floating away from all reality?As I find myself here and now, contemplating this fake suicide.Will you be the escape pod that shoots me into a celestial sky, away from all those chains that shackle me.Away from myself, my former me.. It feels much like dying, this change that I’m trying.Perhaps you could cut me free from all transparency, from delusional thoughts and fake reality.Tear me from limb to limb until you can tear no more.And as this pain increases and everything ceases to exist, I’m reborn and break free from this mist.
OpaqueYour opaque mask lays broken beneath you,As its thorns unwrapped your face.Your forceful ire unable to withstandThat immortal fire, such ravishing grace. And as you burn within this pyre,You consume me -- not partially but whollyAs do I surrender to this fire, and succumb to your beauty. Your eyes so full and overflowing,They downpour straight into me.My opaque crown disintegratesAs you tear it down and set me free.
When eyes no longer see.When the eyes suddenly cease to grasp reality(A) Reality that is fixed upon a set of rulesRules given and enforced freelyFreely by some deluded madman.(But) Madmen create not realityReality becomes inevitably harder to detectDetect the thin line between imagination and sanity.Sanity escapes our minds freely as it retreats itself from our society.(A) Society no longer worth living.
Devious DeviantsWhen Erysne said to me that at DawnsBreak only prosaix would set me free.It turned my world around, straight into a divine--apathiaIf only I could MasterInsanityMy PuzzledHeartBox cringed at the thoughts of what this Penhuin's SanguineLaw could be.LudwigvanKickass2 advised me to play my ElectricDidgeridoo, said the kitsumekat would appear to me too.Alas t’was but Smoppet who appeared before me, said not even LegendarySuperman would save me from MorbidiaDrekk.So here we are.. waiting on prosaix the waist-of-time to shake my hourglass upside down.But I’ve just got time enough to WiggleWaddle my Ninjaslug, and KissTheSunrise goodbye. As shadee cast me within the abyss of WhiteDivinity.MisterTurtle glared upon me and said, yes ItsTrueIStalkYou. As PuzzledHeartBox spiraled down, he could still hear him say: "Is my namenotrequired, to forge his obit
The burden of ImmortalityIf my immortal heart wouldn’t waver with every sad predicamentWould the world still keep on turning, would it still revolve eventful and freeWould my heart, steadfast and strong, still beat in utmost harmony? Its bittersweet duet of a bluebird’s joyous song,Combined with the nightingale’s mournful melody. If love could be unending, would it surpass the tooth of time?As time itself becomes an unknown word before these vacillating eyes.Would time still be a ticking clock, would years or ages lose its charms.As eternity takes me into its arms. My heart, my love, my immortality..A curse, an ailment, an unending mockery. As eternity would hollow out the heavy words,Rendering them void and light.So would my heart be burdened underneath this ageless time.Love would lose its splendorous glamour, as it expresses its fragility.The once eventful world, would turn no more, a