SilentOctober
21st September 2005, 10:12 PM
Duality
Duality
Guessing at the fragmented depths I seek silence, inquiring of the light I seek to blind as well as deafen, beating away my senses until the beast backs again into a broken heart, the twisted logic bearing us both to an early grave.
You can't hear it can you, this roaring in my mind? It brings to tired eyes defeat and agony, defeating memories of triumph, and for the sake of two desperate beings I murder both mind and soul, accept the screamign as a lullabie, and the grotesque sights as a children's dreaming; resting in a broken heart while a demon eats its fill.
Awake again and staring at nostalgia choking on the ashes of a faded flame. I seek to transgress but make it only as far as an anesthetic. Transluscent promises, mistaking blood for water, seek a way of their own, questioning the wisdom of strength until the senses dull again , sheltering a withered will and stripping the bolts from the cage of a solemn vow, to let the guessing end and the feast begin.
The cracks deepen to chasms and I cannot help but wonder if the rushing wind of an endless fall would silence the inscessant begging of a beast whipped into submission. The broken whining dances across the walls of my mind where the scar was left from finally turning the page. I clutch at my chest and scratch at my eyes. Falling inevitably into dream, the pitiful whimpering becomes a cruel cackle of triumph and I rest within this tortured shell, waiting to wake again...
Losing all consciousness, its eating away at every memory, I push the blade further, trying to stab the beast within. Rather I cut out nothing but a weakened will, hence I surrender, and set him free again.
Duality
Guessing at the fragmented depths I seek silence, inquiring of the light I seek to blind as well as deafen, beating away my senses until the beast backs again into a broken heart, the twisted logic bearing us both to an early grave.
You can't hear it can you, this roaring in my mind? It brings to tired eyes defeat and agony, defeating memories of triumph, and for the sake of two desperate beings I murder both mind and soul, accept the screamign as a lullabie, and the grotesque sights as a children's dreaming; resting in a broken heart while a demon eats its fill.
Awake again and staring at nostalgia choking on the ashes of a faded flame. I seek to transgress but make it only as far as an anesthetic. Transluscent promises, mistaking blood for water, seek a way of their own, questioning the wisdom of strength until the senses dull again , sheltering a withered will and stripping the bolts from the cage of a solemn vow, to let the guessing end and the feast begin.
The cracks deepen to chasms and I cannot help but wonder if the rushing wind of an endless fall would silence the inscessant begging of a beast whipped into submission. The broken whining dances across the walls of my mind where the scar was left from finally turning the page. I clutch at my chest and scratch at my eyes. Falling inevitably into dream, the pitiful whimpering becomes a cruel cackle of triumph and I rest within this tortured shell, waiting to wake again...
Losing all consciousness, its eating away at every memory, I push the blade further, trying to stab the beast within. Rather I cut out nothing but a weakened will, hence I surrender, and set him free again.