Honest Words

Inkling in the dark and might powering over
To see the fear in mine eyes these
Foes do endeavor
I know what what they seek beyond
The true terror of mine own heart
Begging nothing from them now
Knowing yet that it cannot end
Feeling the eyes pour in from about
Truth is abound in their icy stare.

Upon pious alter stands the semblance
Of holy writ words are spake and ne'er
So far as my heart durst they wander
For the abyss I hold for them before
They shrink and shrivel and die.

Wonders of the night I ponder upon
Looking out this window to see
The forced truth before
The world and the hatred so hallowed
Within in farce whispers.

And I sigh, looking out my window to
The sky gloomily floating by
In my horrors I know my wonders
In my toils I know my respite awaits
My eternal peace coming so swiftly as
I pace this forlorn world
It shall so soon end.
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Shivering lividity, tentatively quests,
Forcing way through ceaseless waves,
And begging before naught, aware
That it shall reach its goal in time.

Coldness, only described as coldness
Steel is this always, and that is why
Such a word is all that offers itself
To its description and thus
A cliche is born to be looked upon
So callously.

Yet the quest ends with this coldness,
So in hand is this blade of steel
To meet sweet flesh,
Let it be a dulled blade
So that it may lacerate, so like to
The pains of life's own wounds.

As eyes swell, tears ne'er fall
Eyes that have naught within,
They eyes never teared,
A man born of tears,
Left with none to his own.

Grey clouds overhead,
No reflection upon that iris
For they are of the same nature
Bearers of pain and watchers~
Of terrors in all forms.
Color fades from this curse.

Perhaps at this moment,
One would come to salvation.
The decision would be pretense,
The condemned survive,
And the loved ones learn them the lesson.

Sometimes there are none. . . .

Crimson splashes upon the
Most purely white cloth
As black rose petals~
Fall eloquently to the floor.

Satire be his motive in all acts,
And so too is it evident here,
Condemning even the most pure
To his idea of damnation,
And what they verily have earned.

Grey eyes turn outward,
And reflect. . .
Hell's fire burns in his eyes,
So his parting words he speaks.

"Honesty at last,
Thank God."