My loneliness is sometimes so arresting.
At times my solitude becomes detesting.
I have felt a love burn so that I must tell.
A testimony of love's fiery flames burning,
Searing.
My very soul to the lower depths of hell,
Consuming.
But that love is yet fading,
Fading.
For years I've remained down here brooding.
Just looming.
Dwelling in this fiery grave.
Prepared for me by the love of my affections.
Yes the woman I love has sought to extinguish.
A love I've held so dear.
As such that I had feared, I never could relinquish.
Alas that love is yet fading,
Fading.
Into the oblivion the penitentiary of my minds eye.
Still her memory yet invades.
The very core of my fired soul.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Check and Mate
Night falls...doubts rise
...and the fear of knowing nothing creeps in.
Loneliness becomes your companion
...depression becomes your friend
...the world changes shape, everything becomes alien.
Sorrow emanates from you, in your soul a bleeding heart
Pain is all you know
...suffering is all you practice.
The demons dance insanely
...The eagles' wings are clipped
...the hungry dog is left to
die.
Pain is only eased by greater pain.
A vacuum inside sucks away everything leaving you with
..
....nothing, emptiness.
All attempts have failed, all avenues now blocked.
You are behind God's back and persecution becomes your punishment.
The leaves turn brown and die
......a cold wind caresses your body.
Lost in a maze, searching for a way out
Check............and mate
......the game is over, the battle is lost.
Welcome home my friend.
Feel free to dance among the dead.
...and the fear of knowing nothing creeps in.
Loneliness becomes your companion
...depression becomes your friend
...the world changes shape, everything becomes alien.
Sorrow emanates from you, in your soul a bleeding heart
Pain is all you know
...suffering is all you practice.
The demons dance insanely
...The eagles' wings are clipped
...the hungry dog is left to
die.
Pain is only eased by greater pain.
A vacuum inside sucks away everything leaving you with
..
....nothing, emptiness.
All attempts have failed, all avenues now blocked.
You are behind God's back and persecution becomes your punishment.
The leaves turn brown and die
......a cold wind caresses your body.
Lost in a maze, searching for a way out
Check............and mate
......the game is over, the battle is lost.
Welcome home my friend.
Feel free to dance among the dead.
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