![]() "Persecution of a Hallowed Spirit"A Poem by silentvoice“Persecution of a Hallowed Spirit” The voices
scream from a haunted school...the apparition of your soul taken for a fool on
a night of goblins and ghouls your tongue seethes cruel. Though your face reads steady your eyes deceive your words for
lies that spill out with the fluidity of a Hurricane tide. Glistening with
a warm touch of this place you hide long ago since ice cold your heart has
died. Possessed by demons clear is your mind, as pure as your tears cried, for
a conscience blackened there is but not a cure to find. Awoken drawing a Siberian breath you cannot bear, the eldritch
rustling of air upon an ancient stair, a test to see how you fare, frightened
by the excavation of your skeletons for a sinister exposition, indebted Karma
embedded unto your name finally coming to fruition. It seems your
forbidden dreams (forsaken since your sold soul taken) shine with only Satanic
beams, with means to banish thy lips from a child girl thieving a woman’s body
to an eternal misunderstanding said am I. The seed in womb perpetually restrained to the conception you
illicitly assume. Your ears consumed by the messaged echoed off the walls in
the bedroom, seen only just through the plume of smoke inscribed upon
tombstone. This moment you
have to atone for words unsaid you should have spoke, remember the emotions
errantly you evoke and forgive the tears you shield in cloak. Clear your mind
of every though to resurrect the pain to lives unwilling you have brought,
learn and know their battle by you better fought. Truly a shame forgiveness by God you have no sought yet cheated
death, your vary life you have bought though every felony caught committed for
trust and happiness you are but poorly fitted, a second chance cited,
restricted by murders still un-admitted. Frightened by
the excavation of your skeletons for sinister exposition, the indebted Karma
embedded unto your name finally coming to fruition. Awoken by drawing a Siberian breath you cannot bear, the eldritch
rustling of air upon an ancient stair, a test to see how you fare. The voices of a
haunted school...the apparition of your soul taken for a fool on a night of
goblins and ghouls your tongue seethes cruel. October 31st,
2012 Tanner Reiss © 2013 silentvoice |
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Added on January 28, 2013 Last Updated on January 28, 2013 Tags: occult, demons, spirits, self-destruction Author![]() silentvoiceRegina , CanadaAboutI am 20 years old and live in Canada I enjoy writing, singing, playing video games, hanging with friends and family and volenteering whenever I can. I have been writing for roughly eight years or so a.. more..Writing
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