Monday, August 25, 2008

Work in Progress v.3

Havoc

White coals, searing flame
and blinding light torture me.

Advancing ice, blue cold
and never ending advances pressure me.

Burning coal and frozen glaciers
meet in perfect tension.
I am their son, born of conflict
between passionate fire
and time's slow tide.

I am inevitable.
I am invincible.
But I am still so weak.

For all of fire's fury
and unquenchable hunger,
for all of ice's strength
and dogged persistence,
I am still prisoner to Her
and the havoc she reeks in my soul.

She is the prime mover,
so innocent and so evil,
so loving and indifferent,
and still the world
is made real by Her, fraught with Her.

Pity me for I lack the courage
to try and save myself.
And pity me for failing to make my
other self care enough to try.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Immortal



I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

[Chorus:]
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have All of me

You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

[Chorus]
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me I've been alone all along

[Chorus]

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Work in Progress v.2

Havoc
White coals, flashes and pain and glimmers of light.
Blue ice, groaning with weight and invading ever onward.
My fangs, with wicked bile and bitter venom, creep slowly from my gums.

Burning coal and frozen glacier meet in perfect destruction
and I rise from their hatred as passionate fire and time's slow tide.
I am inevitable, I am invincible, I am screaming for the feast.

Yet every time I sate my lust I see Her, and my rage is tempered by coal and glacier.
That vicious bitch, her marks, her poison, remain under tattoo and in vein and I would destroy Her,
I would destroy me, I would destroy any if it would let me be free of Her.

Weak moment's yield clarity and I realize that He does Her bidding still.
He strikes nearly every enemy he sees, he dines on their minds and souls,
he feeds on any she, so that no she will be Her to Him again.

I see He hates Her now and loves Her still and regrets that in Her madness she shaped the world.
His existence is defined by Her (defiled?),
made real by Her,
fraught with Her.

She, any she, is now His Feast of hate and fear.
I would feel pity if He would have the courage to withdraw his fangs,
I would feel pity if I had the courage to make him stop.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Work in Progress

Just a work in progress:
Havoc
White coals, flashes of pain, and thin lines of sudden light.
Blue ice, groaning weight, snapping but inexorably forward.
And my fangs, with wicked bile and bitter venom slip slowly over my lips.

I am burning coal and frozen glacier.
I am passionate fire and time's slow tide.
I am screaming for the feast, for any feast.

Every time I see a Feast I see Her, and my rage is tempered by coal and glacier.
Her marks, her poison, still remain under tattoo and in vein and I would destroy Her,
I would destroy me, I would destroy any Feast if it would let me be free of Her.

A moment's clarity and I realize that He does Her bidding still,
lashing out on any Feast, any she, for none will be Her to Him
again.

He hates Her and loves Her and in Her madness she shaped the world.
His existence is defined by Her (defiled?),
made real by Her,
fraught with Her.

She, any she, is now His Feast of hate and fear. No more will she threaten Him by being like Her.

 
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