The LaceratedA Poem by Mahlo MetsysBeing hurt so bad and wishing for the ultimate vengeance.By the graves of those forgot In our society occult Embrace the shrieking choir The prayers of the fault Torn to slaves of purity In chains that hold our souls We lose the praise of angels And find comfort in our holes Glaring at divines so high We claimed the frame of shame A mind in binds that falter The lacerated came Marching proud as phantoms In a maze that turned for days Erased from all who followed In and out, the crypt of rays
Gaze now deep into the mirror of beyond Deprive the race within before the shrieking of the dawn Cries will echo as you feel a wraith take hold Surrounded by the wolves that make your spirit shiver cold
Once in place, once in grace You were tortured by deception Of the one who laughs in place Filled with disdain, embracing pain Tortured souls come forth as allies Hate and spite within their veins Lashes hail, beneath the veil Hiding tears and cries and sorrows Soon the righteous drive will fail And this way, desires sway To ascend the stars of vengeance And to write this hellish play
The moon fades now like a flicker of faith In none who damn those pure at heart When all else failed, the paint was dry And the portrait of hope was then torn apart
With pain in the place of love The daemons captured those in sin Shunning all that looked from above And scarring all that laid within Just like a ray of moonlight W****s were reaching for the ground Finding what was haunted And hypnotizing with their sound
Feel the curse of Cain descend Upon your frozen heart Resist the bay of angels And the fires soon will start Writhing in the ecstasy Of vengeance that is born And feeding of the agony Of heaven that is torn Drawn to shred the light of day And spread what makes it dark And lose your way of lightness As the darker stars embark Feeding off the lacerated Growing with the glory Welcoming the rampant cries To end the righteous story
Tears only fall when the suffering ends But sorrow is forgotten to the new and foul amends For our last rites have been already read And the next will be written when once we bled
Once in place, once in grace You were tortured by deception Of the one who laughs in place Filled with disdain, embracing pain Tortured souls come forth as allies Hate and spite within their veins Lashes hail, beneath the veil Hiding tears and cries and sorrows Soon the righteous drive will fail And this way, desires sway To ascend the stars of vengeance And to write this hellish play © 2014 Mahlo MetsysAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMahlo MetsysTampa, FLAboutI've spent most of my time with story writings, but I've lately been working my way into poetry and decided to see how it goes and maybe get some feedback in this community. My writing is often dar.. more..Writing
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