PortendedMy truth is my mortality, that alone will never leave me go.More Like This
Cocooned in my virtuality, the rate of disintegration can only
appear slow, the remorseless grinding of the geology of my days
When will the plates finally shift, the quake that banishes my quiddity
unthrone all sentience, the depths disown what had seemed to float
above the unplumbed depths of organicity,
impervious to the blood-boiling turmoil of the gut.
My truth is my mortality, that alone will never leave me go.
Conception, that implosive moment when a million futures perish,
when two in a moment of fusion predicate the existence of one,
when tangled ribbons of time
You'll Never Know My True Name 10Lost and uncaring-More Like This
What do I do?
Biting out of my own soul-
How do I explain?
Told one way or another-
Does speech come first?
The fear of the possibilities-
Will the end be neigh?
The pain is inevitable-
Is forgiveness open?
Can't tell what thought is-
Is hurt hatred all that's left?
You'll Never Know My True Name 3My dear sire can I hold youMore Like This
In my arms of deep ebony
That you see white as snow.
These rose spectacles I wear
Are the greatest gift I can ever ask,
Or is it the worst?
Haha I care not, or do I?
You'll Never Know My True Name 2Can't reach out,More Like This
Not into this eternal abyss,
Its not my place-
My echoes can never be heard
My heart can't penetrate this dark
This dark of your blood.
Of your thoughts.
So turn the lights on.
Beloved, beloved, where am I? Beloved, beloved, where am I?More Like This
Except at the foot of mercy for thy?
Sitting here, not certain if I have the strength
More struggling for breath at any length
Even better than my dreams
Can't you hear my agony screams
Is this perpetration
Or something of my own denomination
Torn open from the inside out, smile at me please
Such a joyful plight, never leave with ease
My shouts reach the Heavens only to echo back
Beloved, beloved, the words fly out in stacks
One on top of the other
Running together in such a blunder
So sweet the smell
But yet so sour, forbidden, can’t you tell?
Flailing arms of inexperience
Exploring, can’t you see I&
Twilight tower (Edited for grammatical errors)Where is she-More Like This
What is she doing?
Laughing in her escape, she sits,
For her rescue?
For her next meal-
For her next deceived hero to come rushing in though that door
Sword in hand, for he's heard of mighty monsters
And seen the skeletons in the hallway
With teethmarks on their bones,
But when he comes across her
He drops his sword,
Drops his guard,
And that's what they've all done.
Each and everyone of them.
So now he sits in the hall too,
With nothing on his bones... Nothing but her teeth marks-
For there is no monster but her in that tower.
Phantom You AreMist, so close but yet so far awayMore Like This
So near to the touch, but never quite here
I'll keep reaching and reaching,
But it's like it gets further and further away with each step
Oh mist, oh cloud, oh fog, oh phantom of the air
You look so solid from afar
but once you let me in close
I can see you for what you truly are
Transparent and deceiving
Crying when it all becomes too much
And it's okay
I'll may only be the bird that flies right through
May never come back
But I'll catch your tears while you let me
Yorik's ReturnUnearthed, unconnected,More Like This
this empty shell was once
a hovel, a prison, for a mind.
(I knew him well)
No pulsing, no squirming left
even the worms have been evicted.
Imagine that sentience crushed
in the cruel vice of mortality.
(I knew him well,
those lips of his could kiss
my childish cheek, to seal
that bond of shared delight
his antics showed me.)
Such memories of dreams
might no longer comfort
in the desert of a sleepless night.
On All Hallows Eve can I now
outstare those empty sockets
that must soon become
the end of me?