Awaken Betrayal
14:45 Oct 08 2022
Times Read: 271
In the shadows of a history,
Vain, contorted,
As the voice of tragedy
Rings distorted,
One stands and listens to the voices
Never comforted...
"Help us, save me,
Bare your talons like you have before.
Tell me, are we
Witness to the twisting bore
Of whence you've spoken, voice of war?"
You tell Me.
A dozen times, have I watched the world of man
Rise and fall, like a castle built upon and by the sand;
Pouring rain by a shifting sea, lives e'er wasted,
So, come one and all, and see.
Broken laughter and a broken promise,
Veiled in treachery, like a scorpion's sting;
Demons rise and angels fall to a venomous kiss,
When the sound of thunder quakes a vibrant ring...
Berserkers and cowards trade their place,
As the wings of vultures burn the space;
Capes and cowls become the new crowns,
Masks of angels, pale and frail, as a cross swings down;
Burning acid through the skins of believers,
Yet acclaimed the devil is the one at work.
The war you see is but in your fragile mind,
Gnashing teeth and a suffocating furnace
Are nothing compared to the truth so blind;
Awakening in the depths of avarice,
Bombard the shells of atomic "faith",
Little do you see that conviction is your wraith.
Awaken to your own betray.
Awaken to betray.
Siren's Fade
10:07 Oct 08 2022
Times Read: 282
“You can say, all you want, that I live my dream…
But the fact seems to escape, that I don’t have many dreams…
I… have nightmares.”
When the daylight fades, thus upon night’s arise,
Only in the dark, do I open My eyes;
But sleep always awry, I wake with pain on my mind,
As I hear every time the sounds of a siren’s cry.
They say that when you sleep,
It is not the dreams that cut so deep.
But the memories that haunt and e’er creep,
And the pain of all, that daunt and make you weep.
I have heard those envious claims,
But none can know undying pain
Unless they have lived on, in vain,
And lived with the scars of disdain…
If there still exists in my being, a soul,
It remains shattered yet controlled;
When the emotion is burned by cold,
What remains is a molded stone, from the toll.
The sound of screams fills the ears and dreams;
If still, I somehow have a soul, I give it for a sense of peace,
The one thing that I would dream of is for release,
To sleep devoid the screams of Hell, the memories of carnage borne;
The loss of that which I once held dear,
For I no longer know how to define My fear.
Only, now, do I hear the cries of sirens in my ear...
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