Burn me alive.
Once more for the forbidden I strive,
May I? - From ashes to rise.
Oh, sweet fantasy -
My golden despise.
Waiting I’ll be for the phoenix myth
For shall it enliven forthwith...
Out of my own abyss –
Jaded wings won’t carry me
To the everlasting embrace of bliss.
I’m not letting myself flee.
Into the maze of my mind,
I’ve become an absentee.
Stepping out of the obscurity –
My enemy spreading violence,
My own self-reflection…
Shroud me in deaf silence.
Seeking -
Self-retrieving,
For I yearn the unbinding of my mind,
By my own self –
Confined…
Enlighten me,
For my stellar light turns feeble.
Do I want to see?
I’m trying to find shelter into my own shadow,
For it drags me to The Hollow -
The hungering night that bends my mind.
Myself…
Will I ever be refined?
Enlighten me,
For my stellar light is flashing,
Do I really want to see?
Instill blood into my veins,
For I have been dehumanized –
I’m tangled up with an eternal haze.
Myself…
Only the darkness remains.
Sweet departure,
Imposed enclosure…
Enlighten me,
For my stellar light has died,
I don’t want to see…
Torn from The Paradise: 1.The Garden of Eden by THFan259, literature
Literature
Torn from The Paradise: 1.The Garden of Eden
1. The Garden of Eden
Nitimur in vetitum
“Subdued to the glary light,
To The Paradise, the land of bliss,
I’m bound in this endless rite,
Magnificent, sheer wings have been given to me,
Simultaneously, incapable of flight…
O Lord, rusted chains you have wrapped around my fragile wings,
Enslaved by you, almighty God,
Kneeling I confess, by the freedom I am awed,
Father, by the knowledge I am mystified!”
Damnant quod non intelligent
His limpid blue eyes are filled with hope,
Gleaming folded wings awaiting the ethereal break away,
The silence conquers as his wish starts to decay,
Dismayed he waits,
Blood is drippi
The curse of the deafening howl stays within him,
Yellow chipped claws will rip off their skin,
His red, scarred eyes possessed by grim,
The silence breaks, a rallying cry,
He’s doomed for aye!
Nocturnal crime and silent sky,
The Great Wolf is still alone in the dead of the night,
He’s doomed for aye!
The blind rage wrapped its cold fingers around his neck again,
His sight get’s blurry as the hate coils around him like a chain,
Sweet obscurity has taken over his mind,
He will never be refined,
As the madness inside him, the moon owns the sky,
He’s doomed for aye!
Into the corrupt scenery of odd,
This night the evi
All that lays before his eyes now it’s just the abstract of his world,
Mixed, twisted, undone to bloody pieces – everything he ever loved.
He kneels in front of the mess he made this time,
His ruthless, unjustified crime,
Of his world that was once sublime.
Wrecked into his own abyss,
Desperately, he wishes just for a single moment of bliss,
Yelling to the darkness, to the ashes of his existence,
He’s trying to dispel the endless distance.
His bitter tears cannot infuse life into his world,
A pile of dreary dust…
It makes him tremble, a harsh wind gust.
He deepens his sweaty, shaking hands into the rubble he made t
mildewed [ghosts]
haunt the c.r.a.c.k.s in the w do not
a mistake
l their voices
l for
s your own.
someday, you may be one of them.
[this is not that day.]
Salt-and-pepper hair contrasts sharply with the crisp, starched pillow;
bone-thin arms resemble bed rails--
tears in my eyes, the morphine drip in your vein.
My inner rage refutes your calm acceptance.
You ask if we are waiting for you to die: no.
We are waiting for a miracle,
we are waiting for you to heal--
We are waiting for something that will not happen.
We are stretching for something that is out of reach.
We are holding onto our obsolete hopes, the small fragments of our lives
so closely, we cannot see the bigger picture
of eternity.
In a paradox, God is calling you clearly,
but we can't seem to hear His voice--
only the silence ri
