I wanted to share something i wrote November 2007. (were some of you even born then haha!)
the whispers and words of innocence danced upon the frail lips of the lost
like frost upon the glass of the first season of change
and out fell the heartless contender of ill will and destructions path crossed
and the sky turned grey for the murderous exchange
Redundancy is idiosyncratic, she’s seen this before
when all submission is scorn and the sounds have bled out
she will challenge the chance to be mislead again
and the echo of ridicule is swallowed inside
where fathom and deceit collide with the taste of impurity
and spat out into being, a form of no recognition
no mercy is expelled, and eggshells are created
Fear this once, they wise ones said, then let it be known
This is only an illusion of inner dispair
and the chosen will follow their paths of realization
while the menacing creatures will decay on their own
Those who stand alone stand strong
aspirations for the lost deemed a curious fit
clinging an established foundation to embrace
and who’s to break the fall of the weak ?
all who linger will suffer remorse
subjected to injustice, abrasions and hostility
the light once offered dims into the void
and begins the feed
like the call of a thousand blood thirsty wolves
ravaging all to the lamb of mortality
ripping apart any strength for survival
and out bleeds the youth of naivety
running dry into a pool of apathy
and the near lifeless figure prays for revival
So he/i shall exist on
excusing the vicious force of malicious intentions
graces held high she restores lacerated apparition
which once was a reflection of clarity upon existence
bearing scars as reminders of yesterday on her arms
visible to all who dare to question the journey
set in cold stone as the blackened heart beats on …
Someone asked me about if i enjoyed writing. I think at one point i did, because it was my only release, a tap into the depths of my mind that i harbored so many brooding emotions … oh to be young.
