bajanblueOPSpeightstown, Saint Peter Barbados3,724 posts
I become a blade of darkness in the noonday sun. The pain of daylight in my soul if soul I have burns through my veins, invites me to my knees; and I, primeval, snarl at my gods who bend me to their service and modern, cloaked in the current day, see my awful beauty and weep for its futility. I am alone shall always be alone beneath their gentle yoke. It chafes me to have made these choices.
My Lady watches me deep in her half year sleep. My Lord glows hot and I, I must forsake my proper darkness; I crave the blood dark wine that stills my soul if soul I have and takes from me the pain of knowing who and what I am. My Lover calls me home I have forsworn him to taste the fleeting human pleasure that betrays me. His cold embrace is waiting and I would like to die the greater, final death. Why do I choose to bear this pain? I know all the ways of silence.
My Lover calls me home I have forsworn him to taste the fleeting human pleasure that betrays me. His cold embrace is waiting and I would like to die the greater, final death. Why do I choose to bear this pain? I know all the ways of silence.
Where is such output coming from? I like the depth of this
I know all the ways of silence - speaks volumes and I love its magnetism ...
Well, I think the wall between conscious and sub-conscious breaks down, and we end up more vulnerable to ourselves, for sure. Take care though, I don't want it to affect your health... Who would I debate Shakespeare with then?
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a blade of darkness
in the noonday sun.
The pain
of daylight in my soul
if soul I have
burns through my veins,
invites me to my knees;
and I, primeval,
snarl at my gods
who bend me
to their service
and modern,
cloaked in the current day,
see my awful beauty
and weep
for its futility.
I am alone
shall always be alone
beneath their gentle yoke.
It chafes me to have made
these choices.
My Lady watches me
deep in her half year sleep.
My Lord glows hot
and I, I must forsake
my proper darkness;
I crave the blood dark wine
that stills my soul
if soul I have
and takes from me
the pain of knowing
who and what I am.
My Lover calls me home
I have forsworn him
to taste the fleeting
human pleasure
that betrays me.
His cold embrace
is waiting and I
would like to die
the greater, final death.
Why do I choose
to bear this pain?
I know all the ways
of silence.