Thou Shall BurnClench my soul, go right ahead; ignite your flesh and I shall deem you dead.Thou Shall Burn in Free Verse More Like This
Dance with fire and thou shalt be burned, scorched to deformity with your soul never returned.
Exceed your limits, turn away your falls, shall the trials begin beneath the walls?
Oh yes, they shall, my dearest thing, for your fate will rest within this ebony ring.
Such glory was enthralled into my soul, how you plead for its power, its superiority, its toll.
Though alas you've proven not worthy of it all, hence your death shall be remarkable, forever now you shall fall.
The TaleFingers stitched together by misfortune and still sages, here lies a tale with unopened pages.The Tale in Free Verse More Like This
Few filled with reasoning and joyful endings of rhyme, the majority fall upon stakes and grant their souls to time.
Phrases and fragments cast themselves within the lines, striking out and down the beautiful ones through a connection of ancient signs.
And alas none shall ever read it, this book so dark yet divine, hence I shall take it for myself, thus my soul is an unread rhyme.
My DearestPainfully enslaved before the Shadows Lord, my dearest lost her ebony sword.My Dearest in Free Verse More Like This
Her mind trapped soullessly beneath his eyes, it was given up prior to her demise.
Chained mercilessly to doubts and oblivion's mind, her being ceased to care if it ever became blind.
Turmoil and voices forever ran through her mind, they spoke of the sword and where it had been twined.
Twined of stitched ligaments, and never seen hearts, my darling ran from the dungeon to uncover their parts.
But alas during her journey she was brutally slain, her blood boiled in her eyes, and never found was her brain.
WeWe walk between empty mirrors, gracing those who have foreseen our lives.We in Free Verse More Like This
We slither alongside shadows, banishing newborns from their knives.
Forsaken, our prey shriek, their joyful souls are forevermore meek.
Though, within them lies fear, a fear that we wish to seek.
Their speechless eyes wander aimlessly through our coats of despair and doom, seeing all with blind transparency except a cloud of gloom.
Our knowledge exceeds their beings, their fear is given without a fee.
Thus, always and forever shall we strike them down with glee.
MyselfThe jar of tears has fallen to pieces, lost are the memories from within the creases.Myself in Free Verse More Like This
They've all abandoned me, my silent friends, our bonds have withered beyond their ends.
So predictable this scene truly was, the girl who fell from not a single cause.
Twas my own fault, for I banished all help, rotted to pieces within myself.
Though alas a mark has been etched within stones, "My soul lives forever without my bones."
Our Simple TaskWe are deepened by our dark souls, sealed within the bloody and banished scrolls.Our Simple Task in Free Verse More Like This
Damned by the morning and by the light, our eyes lurk gloomily in the path of night.
We whisper tears throughout your sight, paralyzing your intelligence and fear of flight.
Alas flight is what you truly need, hence why your fate is for us to read.
In the air your body is thrown, whisked upon the dead; let your soul hear them moan.
Thrust forth and forgotten by the stain of blood, absorb the monstrosity from within the flood.
Bested by glasses and long dark coat, your flesh reeks a stench; thou shall be thrown in the moat.
Left to freeze and burn from the flames, thou is forevermore forgotten; the end of our games.
UsCursed upon our tattered souls, is a melting bell that never tolls.Us in Free Verse More Like This
Thrust forth into the streets of madness, our mothers deceived us, for they gambled with sadness.
Such purity that once was has morphed into dust; betrayed, deformed, and abandoned trust.
Unseen by clear eyes our beings fought by, preventing the restless from entering the sky.
Alas, here we lie under stones of dead souls, with our books in our hands as the melting bell tolls.
The StoriesTo moonlight shards of forever shaded cages, we glance deep within the unspeakable pages.The Stories in Free Verse More Like This
The eyes of blank stories spoken by the lost old, their weak skeletal hands breach the coarse, bloody mold.
So dead and shrill, fear damns beauty's lying words, brainwashing the weaklings, striking down the meek herds.
Endless pages of regret tear the hearts of none before, not a soul could take their power; their existence nevermore.
Alas, these stories shall never prevail, for the readers cannot see them; their timid souls forever fail, not a soul shall ever dream them.
My Nocturnal Eyes, They Pierce Your SoulsMy nocturnal eyes of sleepless nights, quite perplexing yet never obscene, sink far into your heartless soul, ceasing the life of your endless dream.My Nocturnal Eyes, They Pierce Your Souls in Free Verse More Like This
Their blackened hues of misty cold, travel far and motionlessly deep, they plague the souls you hold and love, the ones you dearly keep.
For it was you and your doings of naught, confrontation and pure insanity, that doomed the weaklings to your palms, what an immense case of inhumanity.
Trapped within your grasp of hateful natures, they plead with me to leave, alas I shall free them never again, for it was their fault of capture, their greed.
HellDance with the soulless bleeding needles, and thou shall discover a clear way into Hell.Hell in Free Verse More Like This
To damnations elegant and skulls of blackness, a door to beyond the wishing well.
Eternities of bloodied fire streaming across the ancient skies, seconds with pain and separation of organs, thou shall lose all except your lies.
To voids of panicked tears, to voids of lost exclamation, your patience shall waste here as will your concentration.
Stencils deep of reigning powers, stencils bent of quieted sound, elimination and survival are key; prepare your voice for the coming ground.