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ECHO OF THE VOICELESS
Beginning to forget
The reassurance
the influence
Holding me close to you
Now the demons
are
Demons
closing
DEMONS
in
D E M O N S
My flesh, my mind, my SOUL
Never sate the hunger
THAT INSPIRES the fire that DEVOURS
My heart, my voice, my SELF
Whenever the thunder
Heralds the murder to sunder
THE FLOWERS I LEAVE FOR YOU
I cannot remember
Any sacrament
just sacrilege
The shards of your picture
Now the venom
drips
Venom
from my
VENOM
veins
V E N O M
I do not want what this world left for me
Because I cannot see through the red mist
That clouds my mind with spiral razor blades
Beaten down, it is pointless to resist
I hope I never see you
Forgotten in memories
Set aside to recall
The echo of the voiceless
I light thirteen candles
To show me the way to you
They flicker with the storm
But burn with winter fires
Still turning in my grave
The final chapter
riddles me this
How can I face the day
Void in heaven
skies
Heaven
empty
HEAVEN
now
H E A V E N
For me, of you, our HEARTS
Seem to be crucified
WITH BLASPHEMY 'tween dead trees of TRAGEDY
My path, left hand to HELL
Where our bones liquefy
Echo the sky with raven cries
THEY CRY FOR YOU
I do not want what this world left for me
Because I cannot see through the red mist
That clouds my mind with spiral razor blades
Beaten down, it is pointless to resist
The reassurance
the influence
Holding me close to you
Now the demons
are
Demons
closing
DEMONS
in
D E M O N S
My flesh, my mind, my SOUL
Never sate the hunger
THAT INSPIRES the fire that DEVOURS
My heart, my voice, my SELF
Whenever the thunder
Heralds the murder to sunder
THE FLOWERS I LEAVE FOR YOU
I cannot remember
Any sacrament
just sacrilege
The shards of your picture
Now the venom
drips
Venom
from my
VENOM
veins
V E N O M
I do not want what this world left for me
Because I cannot see through the red mist
That clouds my mind with spiral razor blades
Beaten down, it is pointless to resist
I hope I never see you
Forgotten in memories
Set aside to recall
The echo of the voiceless
I light thirteen candles
To show me the way to you
They flicker with the storm
But burn with winter fires
Still turning in my grave
The final chapter
riddles me this
How can I face the day
Void in heaven
skies
Heaven
empty
HEAVEN
now
H E A V E N
For me, of you, our HEARTS
Seem to be crucified
WITH BLASPHEMY 'tween dead trees of TRAGEDY
My path, left hand to HELL
Where our bones liquefy
Echo the sky with raven cries
THEY CRY FOR YOU
I do not want what this world left for me
Because I cannot see through the red mist
That clouds my mind with spiral razor blades
Beaten down, it is pointless to resist
Published 27th Apr 2021
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© 2021 Frank Green
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27th Apr 2021 4:23am
Wow.. that is some poignant writing.. you seek the dark, yet you balance it out in a beautiful stark comparative way. Does it give you a certain kind of power to have that mentality when there seems to be no differential guidance my poet. Whereas, the darkness is your light, and the light is your mental clarity to understand, to write what the eyes cannot see but the heart feels compelled to dwell in its void spectrum.. I do understand... Knowledge of both synagogues, and please keep in mind I am speaking in reference to light and dark, which is always a sense of power, this is one of those prolific muses.. it will be nice to read more from your pen. Enjoy your evening
