Sixthcrusifix
10-09-2005, 12:28
Sonata ciņ mezzo dolore
Lead to the lake
With a harlot and a stake
A hope for darkness and Faith
Shoved into merciful cries
Swooned into the abyss
covered in midnight's shadows
Lit by the waning moon
A drop of dew, from a splintered board
In some sick way we were born
Fading, like the tickle of a kiss
Butterflies withdraw their selfless wisps
Countless rise, as bodies to the sea
And from a tower they rejoice with fear
Contradictions of thought in malevolence
Cure the soul of purity's disease
Like a blade in the soothing air
The wax of time resides with stale intent
As the expecting mother feeds her lament.
Curious hearts rid the air
Of all hope for the lung to drink
And think it me too kindly, but
I dare not once again think.
Tragedy and despair, are but woes in the mind
And in the recourse of sin
They leave inequity behind.
Forever to humble beginnings
So juggles the abode like a stone
And toss thyne glass windows into thyself.
Love, dreary pools feigning,
Childish eidelons dance in the moonlight, fading.
Ignoring their pangs of completion
They whirl with discontent
And in the hearts of those paining,
They filter their resent.
Time is harken to thy unrest
And brings the blood of resistance to thy breast
Whole figure in worship, worshiping dismay
Which bringeth fruitful passion
And decapitates the days.
Like a coward who devours Christ
The winds of anonymity sing
They prance within a gilded cage
Made of unwanted winter flees.
Peace, tramples on pleasure
Pleasure, pricks the lids of peace.
White, vanishes within black
As as ebony, is dust in the sun's light.
And into fruition cometh thy will
To be of the future and to do of the lie.
The lie of what never was, is to dreadfully die,
And in this abaddon of slumber-less rest
Grows the flower, of true experience.
Lead to the lake
With a harlot and a stake
A hope for darkness and Faith
Shoved into merciful cries
Swooned into the abyss
covered in midnight's shadows
Lit by the waning moon
A drop of dew, from a splintered board
In some sick way we were born
Fading, like the tickle of a kiss
Butterflies withdraw their selfless wisps
Countless rise, as bodies to the sea
And from a tower they rejoice with fear
Contradictions of thought in malevolence
Cure the soul of purity's disease
Like a blade in the soothing air
The wax of time resides with stale intent
As the expecting mother feeds her lament.
Curious hearts rid the air
Of all hope for the lung to drink
And think it me too kindly, but
I dare not once again think.
Tragedy and despair, are but woes in the mind
And in the recourse of sin
They leave inequity behind.
Forever to humble beginnings
So juggles the abode like a stone
And toss thyne glass windows into thyself.
Love, dreary pools feigning,
Childish eidelons dance in the moonlight, fading.
Ignoring their pangs of completion
They whirl with discontent
And in the hearts of those paining,
They filter their resent.
Time is harken to thy unrest
And brings the blood of resistance to thy breast
Whole figure in worship, worshiping dismay
Which bringeth fruitful passion
And decapitates the days.
Like a coward who devours Christ
The winds of anonymity sing
They prance within a gilded cage
Made of unwanted winter flees.
Peace, tramples on pleasure
Pleasure, pricks the lids of peace.
White, vanishes within black
As as ebony, is dust in the sun's light.
And into fruition cometh thy will
To be of the future and to do of the lie.
The lie of what never was, is to dreadfully die,
And in this abaddon of slumber-less rest
Grows the flower, of true experience.