Kiss me goodbye

Streets of silence, craft their pulse inside a beacon's slit. 

A woman buries her doll in the barren land of illusion... 

then lips the verse of an unutterable chant... and dies secretly. 

A goodbye tune stumbles upon the etching of a thousand primal fears. 

I glow unfulfilled inside the darkest praise of the Lord. 

Don't ask me why... kiss me goodbye 

I paid my dues... in obscenity... in lust... and deviation...

and lay my penitence claw before your scrambled angels in sight... 

Amidst crows, strayed far away from Heaven's den 

and vultures, feasting on my unchristened child's limbo, 

I walk skinning my past... and screening my future. 

There is no atonement, in what commands He who fell from grace. 

Do not wipe off the sludge around my neck tonight... 

Do not brew from scratch my plight alright... 

Just, kiss me goodbye... 

Original artwork, "Deaf Heart", by MWeiss-Art

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Legacy of the Unspoiled

Sail this life tonight. 

Sail the sultry steam of my dying dreams tonight. 

In an ocean of purple sigh and yellow memories, 

learn how to endure and abide. 

I'll be waiting on the brim of all things alive. 

We will conquer death's den in the blink of an eye. 

Together we shall prosper... and perish, 

inside the hollows of the Earth. 

And the frame of our love, 

will always be engraved in the limestone of this land we once loved... 

Original Artwork, courtesy of Johanna Knauer/Kunstfotografie(Enaston on deviantArt)

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Dreamfright

Why succumb to anguish and despair? 

A stitch of pain and sorrow, punches through the hollows of this life... 

Will you suffer me some freshly scent of fear? 

And the dying strings of our fleeting lullaby, 

caress the edgy slopes of Dreamland. 

And the echo of the dancing windows, 

attends the misty funeral of morning dew... 

Those pilgrim tales of primal wonders 

can linger in memory no more. 

As I stand still and abide by the brim of reality, 

i see you... i feel you... i elude you... for eternity 

Original Artwork, courtesy of LostOneself

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