The moonrise sets behind desire-painted skies
As the shadows seep into my crimson blood
For the silhouette of greatness for the one
Is sent into the desires of lost lust
No more can pain rule the ruing night
The sightless sisters of retribution
To the slaughter of the damned world
Coherent to the sounds I rest in unholy eternity
Secrecy bellowed will the light last in passing rite
Eyes foretold the rest through the looking glass
Bitter tears of mordant cries and so on
For the waypoints of the sullen souls
Smiling upon the silhouettes of desire
Shall ever be more like a bloody morbid mausoleum
The darkness sweeps across a nation baring famine
Hurricanes to the bough of angelic lust and demonic desires
I love the nighskies and nocturnal societies
Given unto my burning soul I rest
Whispering "I rest"
For the last nap
Never again to open my eyes
I die to untell the horrors
I die
Author notes
A very morbid, metaphorical suicide. Note: This is NOT a suicide poem. Enjoy
Written September 3rd, 2005
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