[ Goddess Tanya, "Eternal Autumn III" | Daughter of Myths, poem | Sadness, "Damnation" | Jasper Morse, poem ]
"Eternal Autumn III"
Winter almost seems to be
As they return in flocks
This is the castle of shattered dreams;
If I could paint a picture--
No, it will never be
-Goddess Tanya
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I'm sinking
Almost there
I'm almost there
Almost to the end
Feel no sorrow
~Daughter of Myths
"Damnation"
Damn You!
Written in their own blood!
I'm innocent damn you,
And what is it I want?
It looked so appealing
Too fucking beautiful
Loved and adored
Thy flesh be always and ever weak
For the meek
~Mighell P (Sadness)
Regressing back to Autumn
As are these broken memories--
Dreams that haunt my nights--
The weather grows milder;
The moon grows heavier;
And I wish I could share these
Days in reverence with you
Substitutes with no additives
Grip my feet, yanking--
Now I’m standing still.
They love me so much;
They won’t let me in;
To my savior--
The dead prince
Beckons silently.
As they hold me in their arms...
Let us hide in the tower.
If it were real--
I would grow cruel I fear--
And slay these wondrous beasts.
Therein lies the oppression
Of Royalty.
A portrait of dying leaves
I would walk among musty gravestones
Searching for his or yours
Rising to meet the dead
Rain falling in my disenchanted eyes
Everything perfect
I’ve lost--
I’ve found.
The essence of all I want to live for
But like the existence and proof of time,
That will never be.
I shall wander in Eternity
Endless questions--
No answers--
Never becoming, never to be--
Flowing with the hands
I will wander, hand in hand
With Eternity.
I can feel myself slipping away
Downward, down...spiraling deep, deep. deeper.
I've almost reached the bottom
Almost to the end
Is this where is shall be?
By my own hand?
Perhaps I s hould tempt fate
By walking city streets at night
Or by getting high off too many things
And enter into eternal sleep?
Sinking, down and down
Feel no tears for me
I feel none for myself
To feel the sweet relief
Of not waking up
Of not having to give myself
To others who do not really care
Freedom...is it not death?
Truly then, I feel Freedom's breath
I see my way out,
I think I have finally found
My escape
As I finally sink
This is where I was always meant to be
And now, I'm finally happy
Alone
Forgotten
Deceased
Havoc's Reign
Damn it all to hell!
Damn the endeavor,
of bloody hearts
Of artistry written,
on ice cold tablets
and murals
Look at me!
Look at you!
I'm a simple victim.
Victim of myself,
Of my egotism,
of my unethical, immoral beast
that loves all.
And what is it I received?
A bleeding heart of artiste
Wrapped in an appealing bundle
of sorrow and fame
Damn you! I had to take it
The sorrow, pain, sadness
Too beautiful.
To put into these words
These words that shiver with ache
Just like those on the wall
Damn you!
Damn it all to hell!
For all the ravaged fiends
of beauty
Your time is yet to come
But famished!
Famished nonetheless
Starved and in need
For our pain and suffering
be ever gratified
have already
inherited the earth.
Sadness
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