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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? I’ve no truths to spare From these caverns Of self-neglect ? Enshroud By hatred’s Devilish fumes ? Where my words Tread light In a callous whisper ? I’ve no truths to spare From this low This miserable hush ? For all I bear Are the loathsome gripes Of a…
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Each night I fall into the same state of ease Within the binds Of a silk-sheeted matchbox Fated to be struck by midnight, Then wholly engulfed By a pillaging inferno of ghosts But I’ll applaud the dying throes Of their sinister dance soon enough While I wince At the gold-plated armor Of the rescuing dawn
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What would you give to break free from death? To breach through its enclosing walls Then flee with unrepentant joy Becoming weightless, Detached From the whirring gears Of a doomsday clock
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The remnants of an argument Still swirl around me, Like devilish embers In a soft-hearted breeze
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I must tie down this idle time And lock it away With a thousand other moments of refuge To revisit for shelter When the heavens well-up and explode Into a riotous, pelting rain
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I’m pursued by a distant voice, By the twisted songs Of my former self They curse every traitorous urge I conceive in the present Set aflame By my fearless stagger Into ash and oblivion
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To be reeled into the certainty of the past Onto the sands of a memory As an evening fog rolls in
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“We regret to inform you” Is the prelude To a downward spiral To the shambles of a home Consumed In remembrance These few words kill Like the fateful rounds spat At the close of a war
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So long to this sacred ground It is only dust Before a steady gale Of broken vows
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