Reaper
Pieces of my darkened soul
scattered in the wind.
Roaming desire never whole,
until the end begins.
Perfection is an empty state filled with loveless desire or hate,
Wrapped in questions locked away,
In a state of elation.
Often the wanderers and watchers settle,
And the cursed in unity walk alone.
Build myself a palace.
Where my inner thoughts may dwell.
Empty lies in an ivory tower,
Is my palace actually hell?
Everything was promised and everything was gained
against the ones, who foretold failure,
Strife and endless pain.
I cast my lot and risked it all,
and so I won.
Now my Shadows fall.
Wrapped in the darkness- a jewel of the night,
a sapphire sky my hidden delight.
From Satan’s depths I’m pulled to the heavens,
with no Gods to smile upon me-
the demons are locked within;
forever I’ll wander with no redemption from sin.
If love heals all,
When does it begin?
Shadow
Inside myself-
my screeching cries trapped within.
Blood pours from the invisible cut,
on my invisible wrist.
Here I sit in a state of confusion,
with my eyes ominous,
and the tears they won’t cry.
The Reaper enters.
Reaper
Torn souls drift alone,
upon a sea of despair.
Pain- a memory of what has been sown,
Let the reaper come,
Let the clouds pass by the sun.
Consumed in Shadow,
Two become one. |
Submission Name: The Shadow and the Reaper
