'Autumn turns into winter Life decays into rotten death The whispering voices of those untold stories remain unconquered I count the days of my misery, from the grave that I built The stars in the eastern sky has turned gloomy now and my mother's hand into bones I glare into my own shadow, craving for its own existence Vehemently I deny it's purity and I wish demise would happen for decadence! Around the whirling wind of nihilty, I found the existence of my purity Through your path, I walk down with the inverted cross Ageless still I am, and a rebel forever Though I crave for your touch, the serpentine kiss Come and bite my vein before the dawn arise Let the rain of blood reprise...'
It is innevitable and mostly obvious by now, through times of grace and when all is going fine then we seem to sleep into life and we think mostly we deserve that. No a thankyou on site, so when we face hardship we tend to twist it and turn it so we can digest it easily. As if any of us would say thankyou so much for making it difficult for me... So it turns to be a journey of discovery , ardous , trecharous, and like in this writing which to me is very beautifully put at the end with open arms definatly , invoking : Go on then! Make me blled for I am human! Want it? Come and get it!.
"the inverted cross"-its a nice phrase.... We walk down the path of life without realising with each step we take we move closer to our doom. As we near the grave we realise-what has life to do with me.I am gonna be dust afterall.But your last line landed hard.Yeah life!! wanna fight?? Bring it on!! Thats the instinct we should have. this poem reminded me of my poem "Hunting down woes"... Nice write . *God bless you*
It is innevitable and mostly obvious by now, through times of grace and when all is going fine then we seem to sleep into life and we think mostly we deserve that. No a thankyou on site, so when we face hardship we tend to twist it and turn it so we can digest it easily. As if any of us would say thankyou so much for making it difficult for me... So it turns to be a journey of discovery , ardous , trecharous, and like in this writing which to me is very beautifully put at the end with open arms definatly , invoking : Go on then! Make me blled for I am human! Want it? Come and get it!.