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Post - Mortem Requiem
as i sit and watch the spider
spin her silk into liquid silver lines
i am filled with a majestic intensity
which once did not exist within this web
left alone with mirrored visions of black
taking away the existence of truth
fighting through this labyrinth
as the desolate nothingness leads to death
those who already know death
will not prosper by its existence
whether is was then or it is now
what is left is a mere soul calling
i watch this raging storm
playing hymns on the wind of an ancient song
a soul song of a lust so deep
filled with insufficient satisfaction
walking through these halls of black roses
dripping with glistening tears of ruby red
once again the hymns of the ancients
find my ears blown in by the darkened wind
touch the scars of my soul one by one
reap the harvest of pain immense
flow through these veins as blood
cradled and hidden by this pale flesh
hidden within this tomb less chamber
a Master of darkness lives
locked in an immortal fire
dwelling in his abyss so divine
with a mirage of forever lingering
this desolate, vast land is suffocating
i cease to breathe
as the life is drained from me
he is watching!
he is waiting!
he is all knowing!
and he triumphs over this weakened body
his beauty whispers to me
in melancholy shades of gray
invoking his visions of the throne
buried within obsidion
spin her silk into liquid silver lines
i am filled with a majestic intensity
which once did not exist within this web
left alone with mirrored visions of black
taking away the existence of truth
fighting through this labyrinth
as the desolate nothingness leads to death
those who already know death
will not prosper by its existence
whether is was then or it is now
what is left is a mere soul calling
i watch this raging storm
playing hymns on the wind of an ancient song
a soul song of a lust so deep
filled with insufficient satisfaction
walking through these halls of black roses
dripping with glistening tears of ruby red
once again the hymns of the ancients
find my ears blown in by the darkened wind
touch the scars of my soul one by one
reap the harvest of pain immense
flow through these veins as blood
cradled and hidden by this pale flesh
hidden within this tomb less chamber
a Master of darkness lives
locked in an immortal fire
dwelling in his abyss so divine
with a mirage of forever lingering
this desolate, vast land is suffocating
i cease to breathe
as the life is drained from me
he is watching!
he is waiting!
he is all knowing!
and he triumphs over this weakened body
his beauty whispers to me
in melancholy shades of gray
invoking his visions of the throne
buried within obsidion
Published 23rd Jan 2013
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27th Jan 2013 9:25pm
I clicked on the competition that you entered this in and I found that this was the first one I had read all the way through. I just wanted to say that you did a lovely job writing this. It is a beautiful write in a twisted- morbid sense, which might be why I loved it so much. Simply wonderful and utterly magnificent.
21st Sep 2015 11:25am
