32 years till forgivnessI’m sorry.I’m sorry for everything I ever said that hurt you or made you want to back away. I’m sorry for every action ever done that caused you to turn your back and surround me in silence. I’m sorry for not listening even when you told me it was important and I knew I should have. I’m sorry for turning my back on you and running away when all you wanted to do was lift me up into the light so I wasn’t alone anymore. I’m sorry a million times over, that I wasn’t strong enough to keep you, that I wasn’t convicted enough to make it work, that I let go even when I didn’t want to simply because
The RiteI cleanse my flesh for purityThis host where my soul is boundVenture out into the nightTo walk this sacred groundThis offering up to you I giveTo show my willing stateThe feeling begins to flow through meAs I stand before the West GateRiver Styx doesn't scare meIt is a passage of this riteI pay the ferryman for bringing me throughAs I bask in Death's dark sight
Dark BlossomThey haunted her. The whole of her life these dreams, these banshee’s of her past wailed through her slumber breaking the blackness behind her closed lids with the sudden awareness of waking in a small, cold and windowless room. This had been her only place of peace, her sanctuary from the emotionless stares and hardened hands of a brutal keeper. These dreams, though haunting her with ferocity, tried hard to show her things she could not make sense of. Nightly, without fail, a series of stilled images would constantly flip through her mind’s eye accompanied by the relentless echo of voices chiming out within the haze of a half woken
The EverlastingGod by any other name or face could never compare or give more beauty to this world.No star shines brighterNo words speak more clearly to meNo song enraptures my soul with more passion than you give meI shall love you for all timeWhen death comes to sweep me past this mortal coil;It will be your face, your voice and your embrace that brings me ever lasting peace.
Locked awayWithin this darknessLocked awayNo key to open up these doorsLaying here on the floorMind twisting in tormentSoul screaming in the noiseImages move like a thunderstormWishes are for foolsDreams are for the weakHope has passed byLocked awayNo key to open up these doorsSilence...Stillness...Now no more
My Sea of FacesIt is hard at times to face the reality of situationsTo see the world as it is and for what it isSometimes I think my life is more like some giant canvas where everything is painted onto it, piece by piece with an unseen brush. All my hopes, my fears.. the dark and the light of my being all come crashing together like some foreign collide-scope of color and there I am in the middle of it all nothing more then a faded blurry statue of myself surrounded by something I can no longer feel or hear or smell.I have been told heaven is a creation in our minds, that each person sees differently what it is that will greet them and that hell is tr
Gothic ChildeLost, My Sweet Gothic ChildeHow we see even when our eyes are closedPaint your face in masks of shadowsTo try and hide this truth of who you areWalk these street wearing a plastic smile so they cannot see.Forgotten, My Sweet Gothic ChildeHow you wore your bloodied heart upon your sleeveWrapped in black satin ribbons and tarnished gold foil to hide the cracksNot to let another see your scars, the broken and battered youMoving through this world looking like some porcelin doll on display.Broken, My Sweet Gothic ChildeHow you fall like shards of shattered glass upon stoneStained in blood you cannot shelter from the rain
StepI wandered the night without hope in my heart, the thought of losing it all in my mind.I climbed the steps to a place where I looked down upon the world, each step bringing me to a final passage.Step...and I think of the worldStep...and I think of what I've doneStep...and I think of youStep...and I remember so muchStep...and I see myself as though in a mirror and like I am no longer thereStep...and I look out over everythingStanding there upon the edge of what seems the world. Rocking slowly on a ledge that holds me to it as the winds caress my skin billowing my hair behind me. The clouds are dancing this night in amoungst the
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