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TRIPTYCH II: THE DOWNWARDS RISE
Enrobed I
By the echoes of the expanse
Aback the lucid trail
To freedom will I fly
Faint smell of death
A bleak encounter
Weakness in my breath
Like dust to the floor
Grasp me by my pain
And pull me underneath
Black and vacuous matter
Coursing through my veins
The days ripe with torpor
And at night I cannot sleep
This trial portends
The night that never ends
I
A mountain of grief
Scour the leaves that cover me
We found eternity
But how long can we believe?
This void, it runs too deep
A downward rise of silver streaks
Imprisoned by my periphery
The golden haze that slipped away
The mountain is you
And the haze was me
Erudite, the wind tore
Scraping at closed doors
Frostbitten, I'm most alive
For there's no flame inside
I'm no longer free
Those words persist in me
'You have lost me now'
Recurring fate to bleed
I scream
For an enigma
A purpose to fulfill
The path of blood
Astride my conscious still
And the desire fades
As it always will
Pariah of my inner self
Miles from catharsis
And the woods stretch further
Faster than his legs
A promise made
I cannot reciprocate
Forgotten under countless graves
I dug with every goodbye
The downward rise
I've seen it in your eyes
The downward rise
I'll take back what is mine
In your arms I'll wake
When I'm no longer dead
Stopped in place by your scent again
A brief reverie before winnowing
And stolen by anguish
As the clouds stole the sun
Published 30th Nov 2017
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Grasp me by my pain
And pull me underneath
I really like these lines. Can I put them in my quote book?
And pull me underneath
I really like these lines. Can I put them in my quote book?
30th Nov 2017 1:53am
Excellent word choices :) Your stuff is super deep, I usually need to read through a few times.
6th Jan 2023 3:05am
This makes me think of grief; “in your arms I’ll wake when I’m no longer dead “ it’s how I pictured death for me. Each person I’ve lost would hold me until I wake. I feel like a mountain of grief sometimes
