Collection of Short Prose, pt.IIA Poem by mhylandsPart two of a collection of short piecesAnd so the game starts In dissociated bewilderment A false reality is conjured Where hidden desires are
fulfilled
∴ ∥ ∴ ∥ ∴ Delineated by a veracity
irregardless the consequence I fear my resolve has weakened Only time will tell If I can continue to subdue The hunger growing in me As night takes reign over And I feel the beast within When the lights run out I know what’ll begin
∴ ∥ ∴ ∥ ∴ A paramount destruction Dismissing the lies untold A revelation For a submissive pariah
Blacked and cursed degradation Plagued by this monstrosity Lost hope, false truths, Ever circling this crownless
messiah
∴ ∥ ∴ ∥ ∴ Awaiting upon the hill tops A vast expanse lies before me The snow laden fields afore Delicate and ever beautiful
∴ ∥ ∴ ∥ ∴ Sheltered in an elegant sanctuary Impervious to our perpetual hell Basking in the sun’s warm embrace
∴ ∥ ∴ ∥ ∴
A tripointed affair witnessed by
all Unwilling to compare the
embittered downfall Shaking in fear from the thoughts
untold Relentless antagonist as the
events unfold Such lackluster fanfare
∴ ∥ ∴ ∥ ∴ © 2014 mhylands |
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Added on September 8, 2014 Last Updated on September 8, 2014 AuthormhylandsColorado Springs, COAboutMusician, artist, writer, engineer, cat enthusiast, and whatever else. I enjoy dipping into many varied things. I may not be great at them all, but I try to be somewhat competent. - Michael Hylan.. more..Writing
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