Souls snuffed out
Etches along the way
Those voices cry out
"Pray, we save, here comes the day"
This sword with blood tattered edges
And so i sit here still writing
Drawing scribbles
And shading sketches
All along the path i had regretted
Been had for a long time
This heart beat intended
Yet the voice in I still calls for repentance
And this torture stake i carry,
Nailed together with just two;
I long to deeply bury
Pierced into the Earth mother
For the souls as I to be let loose
I bury my knife
Into the deeper blue
Until all that holds I back
Flows deeper red for what calls to be made new
Oh, the lust for sweet sorrow
Oh the lust for time unending
An Angel's body Shapebending
Wings of light to carry I to my souls delight
And a beautiful wife...
A beautiful life
Beautiful tides of realms unbirthed
As our new pearl swirls beneath the crust of our new Earth
Shining aura colors
Hues of copper and silver among the sands
With a few dark black centers
Closed together between our two hands
And a ring that loops us all back together
For time memorial to play our record
All the way over yet again
Come and sit by my side
My shadow, if you love me
This old cowboy tune still moves me
And we will wait here together
Until that sunlight shines once again
Rising up over the red river
Between two cliffs,
A valley calls us to our home
When i looked to my right to see you
My shadow,
Have you left me all alone?
Should I start left this time upon awakened?
Or should i just forget it all to the fall
These wings are sick shaken
Behind the light, i just see another Satan
So where are you my love?
Where are you my peace?
Where are you my woman
Animate yourself in the present
If I'm not mistaken
Share with me this cup and crown
For a life long since forsaken
Drink the blood of yet another stories sacrifice
For yearning hearts; none taken
When will it be enough for you...
You tale to keep my heart aching
Maybe I'll finally reach you
The very moment I stop reaching...
And my soul rests dark deep in Tartarus
With all my sketches left still shading
©palewriter
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