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Autumn

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Autumn is just a step away. 

The harsh summer sun descends, taking amber leaves besides. 

Cold comes closer, quickly taking hold of all and shaking what had become the norm. 

Unceremoniously, it claims the realm. 

Just a step before the fall. 

Lingering light begins to hide, taking modest lives besides. 

Chills creep closer, quickly clinging to everything and upturning what had become stability. 

Ungraciously, it dominates the lands. 

Sobering autumnal echoes are just around the corner. 

Gray will adorn the skies, and the lands will soon don garbs of while. 

Bleakness bitterly bites its way forward, viciously stealing entirety and confusing what had become serenity. 

Unexpectedly, it subdues the world. 

Spoiled Rotten

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Tasty, tantalizing little treats laid before me. 

An appetizing box of all the signs that you absolutely adore me. 

Fatten me up with your love. 

Oh, you’re so good to me. 

You spoil me rotten, rotten to the core. 

I’m addicted to the sickening feast. 

I can feel what it does, and yet I keep craving more. 

You slay me completely with the confectionery affection. 

You keep me wrapped up tightly around your delicate candy finger. 

I can’t help but linger, enslaved by the intoxicating taste of your lips. 

It’s bittersweet. 

You’re poisoning me, and I know it. 

My body sees your deathly love as queen. 

It is yours, and as a loyal, humble servant, it refuses to overthrow it. 

My heart hurts more and more with every attack, but I am in too deep now. 

I can’t turn back. 

And I wait. 

I wait for death, the black sleep of sweet bliss to take me. 

It is my only means of escape.

To close my eyes, and let them rest from watching helplessly as you break me. 

Oh, but you’re too good to me. 

As long as you are here, I will always be. 

For what I am, there is no free. 

Dear You

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Dear You,

I write from my heart. Deep down I hope my words reach you beyond the scattered pieces, beyond the memory torn apart. I bear you no ill will, but I am distraught. I was accustomed to a certain way of living. I was both settled and secure, only for it all to be upturned in a moment, and without a chance to catch my breath. I believed in infinity, even used to dream; perfection was a reality, or so I thought.

The naive, uneducated, unintelligent being that I once was has now been made clear. I was fooled by my own comfort. Again, I bear you no ill will, but what am I to think, what am I to feel? When left like a gutted swine, or a fish thrust upon the lands to gasp and flounder, there is only the struggle and the pain as the body tries to regain what it once lost. The heart and the mind do the same. And here I am, writing all these words in vain. I don’t mean to bear you ill will, but You, sweet Dear You, I am upset. I am bothered that there is no pause, no lost speech, no sign of regret. To simply take, and have your fill. Like a thief you’ve become, and it is from me that you decided to steal.

Dear You, I mean no harm even though my bitter words have lost their charm. I am merely expressing myself, not to You, but to me. Oh how I love the taste of the echoed resentment and venting the non-hatred that’s lingering. Would you happen to not find that just sickening? Believe me, there is not an instant where my stomach does not churn, or the very core of my soul does not burn with all its rage. Oh dear, Dear You, I hope you see the wicked creature that bears your name, and know that it is yours. It will live and grow, with or without you. Standing, breathing, and developing as the reflection of your likeness that it is. I will care for it, foster it, and nurture it in all the ways I know you never will.

My Dearest You, I do not mean Ill.

Unraveled|Undone

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Bond of blood

Bond of brotherhood

Bonds are broken

Bonds are lost.

Binding links

Like shrinking chains

A short leash

A quick change.

Tying knots

Unraveled and undone

Shattered dreams

Leaving one.

To despair

Inevitable feeling

Fading memory

Imminent fall.

Final song

A sirens call

Departing hour

Biting past

Broken bonds

Where chains don’t last.

Intoxication: Relapse

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Stay away I tell myself, but I miss the feel.
I love, I crave.
The sickening addiction I can’t escape.
Helpless, and a slave.

Intoxication.

Through my veins, into my soul.
Clear my mind, and take me whole.
Melt my pain with numbing flow.

Intoxication.

Every hit I feel freed, and chained down as I bleed.
I hate what this does.
But for more, I beg, I plead.

Intoxication consuming me.

There, and back, and back, and back again.
Repetition is comforting, the habit consoling.
But poisons break me down.

Intoxication.

I’m shaking in, all the way to the bone.
Withdrawal leaves wanting, and wanting again.
For the next, I need, I desire.

Intoxication burns like fire.

Filled with lust, disgusting hunger.
Stealing, taking, the things not mine.
Thrown away to quell my want.

Intoxication, I’m suffering.

When The World

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When the world comes crashing down, who will be there to catch it?
When the seas run dry, will you be there to refill them, or will the tears be the source?
When the forests die, how will the world breathe?
Can trembling hands plant new seeds?

When the world starts to fall, who will pick it up and help it turn again?
When the volcanoes roar, will you be there to calm its rage, or will deaths be the sedative?
The mountains crumble away, and the dust spreads on winds that soon die.
Chaos rules, and discord thrives. Order lost with broken ties.

When the world ends, does it ever start again?
Does the void consume all within?
When the darkness wins, who will let the light be?
Will it be you, when it can’t be me?

Death of Memory

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A hard built castle, both tall, and unyielding. Renowned for its beauty, and the quality of craft. Center of respect, worship, and the heart of envy. Allwho lived, knew of nothing more, and of nothing better. Halls of fierce Ruby, deep Sapphire, and noble Gold. The pinnacle of all, and pinnacle forever.
Countless stories told in song, as long as millennia. Echoes of the monolith’s presence transcended both physical boundary, and the walls of time. The most wonderful of wonders, as it were sold. Unrivaled by other attempts, both new and old. Absolute in every way, as it would seem, but truly numbered in its days.
Vicious storms, and the wrath of weather wore it down. But amidst the Tempest, the tower refused to fall. Men, clad in hateful steel. Armed in desire, and shielded in rage. War declared, and fought not in days. Many moons passed, and the castle was left unclaimed. It halls, both stripped clean and left bare. No man, woman, child, not even air remained. Ah, though beaten black, and beaten blue, the castle still refused to crumble in full. No storm, man, nor war could end it all. A colder, harsher foe lurked ever near, always waiting just around the bend. And only it would beget this marvel’s end. From stones to dust, and from dust to wind.
An invisible force, seen by all, but recognized by few. Some would doubt, but it’s existence stayed true. It was only with time that its presence became clear. Ah, and so it was, the death of the tower was finally here.
From verses chanted by boisterous choir, with power dwarfing volcano’s ire, hushed to mere whispers fallen on deaf ears. From truths unchallenged, with evidences bold, dismissed as fairytales and legends old. No honor, no soul. Aye, all is gone. Every brick and every stone, but another piece in the pile of never-lasting treasure. No remnants of a tower that survived, man, war, and even weather.
To this day, no sadder ballad escapes the lips. The words contained are all stressed, and pained. If told in art of tapestries, it’s fabrics would all be as black a pitch. Sewn-in sorrow with every stitch. The signs of tragedy, the Death of Memory.