Friday, November 14, 2008

Loss


cold emptiness forms around me,
a black cloak of shameful impurity

The Darkness knows my middle name.
It calls me out.

reduced.
relinquished.
replaced.

prophet of my own demise
still, I weep
still, I long
for one shred of your uncaring existence

I would never have left You

forgone.
forgot.
forsaken.

I reach for nothing.

broken.

The shattered pieces of my abandoned soul rain down like drops of blood from a mortal wound.
The world will know of my pain.
It will shower in the pure majestic bliss of my eternal Misery.
You will feel my loss

Remember me?
Im the Silent Warrior of All that is Love.
My kingdom come.
My will be done.
Bow down!
Upon your knees.

Yes, Im sorry too...


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