Reap Me In Rapture.

Reap Me In Rapture.

A Poem by Larul
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Misconception and manipulation.

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Reap my soul, heartless reaper. 
Keep me in your ever emotionless stare. 
Hold me in your everlasting deceit. 
Rapture me in forbidden truths. 

Whisper them in my ear.
Lips closely aligned to despair. 
Make me see everything through clouded vision.
A marrinanet through words, I see. 

Destroy me, anticipation. 
Embrace me, my grace. 
Blind me, my darkness.
Swallow me, reaper.

Skin the many faces of the 12 faced die. 
Let it eat away at the pain of leading it on. 
What is it with this prophets wishes- 
Leave it to 6. 

The snake bared its fangs to me. 
Constrict me, my fear. 
Release me, my rage. 
Slither around the eyes of the humans. 

Hatred thy mask; sadness thy cloak. 
Beauty in the destruction of itself- Life. 
Watch with everlasting simplicity. 
Be left to ponder on the complexity of your own.

Yes, break it; my soul.
Kill it; my fear. 
Travel untold boundaries. 
Yes, release me.  

Let the spider crawl upon its web of entwined fate. 
Spin the tables. 
Suck the life away. 
8 eyes have seen the truth. 

Serve this power, let it fall. 
Prey to this rage-
Prey to this fate. 
Accept it. 

Accept me, myself. 
Understand me, myself. 
The foreshadowed future. 
The remembrance of the past. 

Burn the crest upon my brow. 
Mark me with eternal damnation. 
Scorn me with pitiless disgust. 
Capture me, reaper. 

Whisper it to me clearly.
Breath it to me repeatedly. 
Scream it for me to understand. 
Sing it to tune, oh faithful damnation. 

© 2013 Larul


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A very nice read. :)

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Larul
Larul

New York, NY



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