The Nightwind is Crying,
I caressed a suffering soul
with a cautious love,
I nursed a dead spirit.
My heart is still beating,
buried six feet under (lying dormant)
I tried to resist the seductive rhythm
of charming beauty and desire,
But I could not close out the yearning,
trancing calls of our primeval human spirit...
I fell into a reverie,
a trancing bitterness,
the black cancer
slowly gnawing at my soul.
Disbelief, despair, hatred,
This fiendish trinity's
taking me over, I'm so foul!!
The only one who can lift my spirit
(My Soul Image) fillings my heart
with the warmth of trust..
Sweet purity of my dreams
Are we Forever lost! (in these times)
So many Fallen idols,
for our impure hearts..
Into the blazing fire and thunder,
I went and followed the suffering..
The dire memories of my heart.
The sting can't be dissolved
Transforming me forever,
I'm Condemned to live
with the searing malevolence!
Deja-vu's of things to come,
repeating the past
lifes vicious circle will be undone
It's ending where it begins
spoken through the double tongue.
Felt through the pain for those we've lost,
for the hearts used & discarded,
For those who dare to
look themselves eye to eye..
She is the power that fills my heart,
( more real than life itself)
Among the shaded dark
reflection of a wraith,
lies the Sweet phoenix of my dreams.
Forever avenging our innocence,
(Through Hyper-Gravity Symbolism)
Bringing redemption to the castout fallen..
{{Among smothered thoughts,
in the maze of the mind.
Dark shadow by our side,
Assimilating the idols
of our wounded hearts}}
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