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- - - THE LABYRINTHINE ARCHITECT - - -
The crimson tipped thorns seem to promise deathly delights
An invitation for one such as me
Leading into the labyrinthine of twisted night
An initiation so promising
In the distance
Darkness is entwined
When flickering light
And haunting fog kiss
My soul is bound to the madness residing here
All those memories, they linger on
A crucible of pain, shredding flesh, inducing fear
When those eidolons won't carry on
I'm searching for something that cannot be found
A spectre of the past haunting without a sound
Resolutely on this path, no future is set
Inside the walls of the labyrinth architect
In the shadows
The shades are drawn tight
Against creeping light
And sounds from below
With every twist and turn there's another riddle
With words imprinted within my mind
Despair, how can I ever hope to reach the middle
And, lo, who knows just what I will find?
In the recess
Ghosts are clustered tight
Perpetual night
In sins I confess
I'm searching for something that cannot be found
A spectre of the past haunting without a sound
Resolutely on this path, no future is set
Inside the walls of the labyrinth architect
I've become reflection of your world
The constant doubt lingering in your core
Now I doubt what is entirely real
In the dark where my heart is sealed
I follow your shade in the night
When new black skies were once blue
But if I find the end tonight
Will I find someone like you?
I've become reflection of your world
The constant doubt lingering in your core
Now I doubt what is entirely real
In the dark where my heart is sealed
I'm searching for something that cannot be found
A spectre of the past haunting without a sound
Resolutely on this path, no future is set
Inside the walls of the labyrinth architect
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 20th Sep 2015
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20th Sep 2015 9:21pm
Lord Hades a very wicked ink bound in mystery venturing inside the labyrinth ..
compelled to keep going further unsure of what you may find
masterful ink my friend..
with love Crim
compelled to keep going further unsure of what you may find
masterful ink my friend..
with love Crim
21st Sep 2015 6:00am
The heart beats fonder for mysteries just out if reach.
Thank you, dearest Crim
Thank you, dearest Crim
20th Sep 2015 9:35pm
This is so awefully beautiful
tugs & pulls at the centre of
a woman's bodily cores.
Makes me merely anxious
of what you may find therein,
once you grasp the string
giving unto you, to find your
way thru the labyrinthine
of such nocturnal delicacies
Your calligraphy speaks . .
-Howlings
tugs & pulls at the centre of
a woman's bodily cores.
Makes me merely anxious
of what you may find therein,
once you grasp the string
giving unto you, to find your
way thru the labyrinthine
of such nocturnal delicacies
Your calligraphy speaks . .
-Howlings
21st Sep 2015 6:01am
I could read your dark, sensual, twisted, lovely crazy hot poems all night long. I hope that doesnt sound strange. You have a serious gift. I could see and feel this one right to the core. I am a forever fan. :)
21st Sep 2015 6:02am
Most honored to have a highly esteemed fan as yourself. Very much appreciated.
