I buried the reclusarch in the heart of darkness,
I buried me deep into the faltering cacophony,
Seeking to lay my head down,
Between the jaw's of death,
To find solace in the gloaming,
Far from roving eye,
Bite down, draw blood, bleed me,
Push a nail through my hands,
And call me a martyr,
Fool do not what I say...
Bitterness is a meal best served to one,
Bent and twisted, poor pitiful peon,
No tears for me damn you,
Tears are reserved for a noble death,
Not this dark deterioration,
I can't find the battleground,
But was I meant to?
Time tells no secrets, listens not,
It has ears only for the stars,
Who sing only emptiness,
That builds inside me,
To drain away with the blood,
Running down my arms,
Silence be my comfort,
Wont you shut out the sound,
Of blackened hearts screaming,
Drip the dried blood down my throat....
Darkness in the heart of the reclusarch,
Buried in the crypt of forsaken vessels,
'Neath the mirrored water's of the Styx,
Stygian be this twilight,
Fraught with the wandering madness,
Woe to the unwary, be consumed,
Vines grow crooked, shackles close,
Caught....
Reclusarch with a crown of thorns,
Matyr for the unworthy, I......
Know the light and the way,
Yet I fall upon my sword,
Scratching runes into the blade,
As I descend on the pain,
Feeding remorseful runes with soul shreds,
That quiver, still living.....
Witness to the blackening,
That consumes the vagrant hearts,
Empty, soulless, parched....
Numb,
In a chemical induced solace,
Don't follow me,
This way leads to a pit of swords,
Waiting to taste the sadness,
Of creatures born into light,
And endings soon to begin,
In the dark heart of the reclusarch....
Adding your comment:
I have said it before and shall say it again, you are a master of the poetic darkness. Very intense and so powerfully penned! Excellent depths, plunging into the abyss of thought. Excellent write!