a caged soul
crying for existence
sits alone

a cold glare
peers thru the lifeless
eyes of the damned

as haunting fleets of angels
carry us to our peace
tears of blood
prance devilishly upon
pale moonlight beams

just to have one more
dance with my Maker
to feel his large hands
consuming me
to hear his mesmerizing
chants of fate
black roses grace our presence
as he rapes my thoughts

a gift?
Is this my unseen destiny?
my misguided forevermate
or perhaps just the
strangest dream about
to burst in a million
fragmented memories

collapsing about on
a dusted pillow of lust

purple hues surround me
energy radiating from each
our own pages in Time
standing still for all
to bury deep within one

Entity

full of sacrifice
full of loneliness

01/01/1996

Posted on 01/28/2005
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