Seeing Red

Trieste

"As long as I have this desire in my heart, I won't strive from my path"

 

Phosphorous chilling touch from the inner self of the unknown

Lashes from heaven to keep at bay the minds of the unwilling

Void washing out all desire from the body of his

 

The black fulfilled emptyness from where we come from

Paradise compared to the curse casted upon us

Encaged us in a timeless rupture in this fractal, the space in wich the blood of reality itself flows

Engulfed in souls we do our biding, scarring emotions of all the perished pierce through us

 

We been here twice

We walk over the same souls

We cannot change what we are

And the third eon is unnavoidable

 

The cycle in wich I dewel is a mere aspect of the greater void

Lesser infinite line of stressful time, beeing everyone, everytime, always feeling atracted to the nothingness of the self

 

"A consciousness dictated by the void, cursed in red, I cannot see beyond infinity, thus I look at my past, diverge I will from this path and end the cycle."

 

19.11.20

 

 

 

  • Author: The Sacrifice (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 26th, 2023 21:11
  • Comment from author about the poem: Tis not a poem
  • Category: Sad
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  • L. B. Mek

    tis wisdom, distilled accessible
    thanks for sharing



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