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ErosionAcid rain – molten granite Giant statue, tittering body frail and stiff with theErosion
Stench of defeat. Paralyzed lids painfully lowered Indecisively morose, decidedly discontent The cracks exploited, the rain keeps falling The body crumbles, the mind is dying. Only eyes for pain, eyes for rain, The shelter breeds misanthropy Flesh and blood, fresh and nurturing No place for a decaying plaque of anger A tottering tribute to decided failure.
Eager to preserve what it has crushed In lumbering footsteps, selfish doubt And selfish consequence, But re
by ~sadistikrealiT
SkyblindThe winds of time blow waywardly, unwilling to reveal the intent of their machinations… Used to the clarity of rainstorm, the blizzard is a blinding frenzy Finally, the last action set in motion The turning of the earth never still Messages across the ocean of time left to drift Trusting in the faithful current Wary of the hazardous winds Heartless embers set to stoke Faithless disciples bred for sacrifice A torrent never passing, a storm never listening No prayers for the moment, the moment is too soon gone The winds wish to rage The current wishes to eddy AndSkyblind
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The King :Dethroned:Taking from the king the crown of love, Bowed head, endowed with sympathy Endless nights, endless sights,The King :Dethroned:
The end of mercy Silence in the heart of the forgiven, Silence in the heart of the stricken, Forever stained a dark blotch grows across the white Red stained aglow with maturity Burgundy, coppery, brownish and black As it will be, until the mantle is shed. A darkness has spread, growing fingers gripping and ripping A king will not survive the power of the dark if alone and burdened Empowered, yet stricken, he will face the cascade alone Peaceful pensive waters
by ~sadistikrealiT
To Be Dealt With...How am I to explain To those who have never played the game That I play to the best of my ability With only the hand dealt to me My heart cries foul But there's no time for tears -To Be Dealt With...
Not now - That the most precious card Is not even in my deck.
There is no way to explain The game In which these lives are lived From innocent angel to shedevil of hell I will wear the guise I must Bear the pain in my trust Because the game now is all there is Now that the most precious card Is leaving, gone, and missed.
by ~sadistikrealiT
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- Favourite genre of music: Metal, EBM/Industrial, some others.
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