CHAINS
Chains so weaved like silent comfort
Tighten they do when the bonds
Of life force the realisation its time
Time to move on to the abyss
So blue vertigo holds illusions
Never ending void
Twisting turning nothing but emptiness
Sweet the embarrassing moment
Where hearts are given
Only the fools heart would believe
Cheapened again by the fickle nature
Of emotions so enraptured by bliss
Where for art thou? Though the reality
What reality is beset upon a heart
That foolishly walks amongst the thorns
Martyrdom is all that is left
Bleed well dear child
For you foolishly believe this is your path
Fall at the feet of the chains
You so wrapped willingly upon your throat
Where will you find solace upon the barren land
How sweet the blood that runs through veins
Come now the silence beckons
Not thought but the comforting nothing
Beckons forward
Through the light dark desert sun moon
The soul travels forward
Finding comfort in endless void
Soul tormented by foolish desires
Embarrased by where they let the heart go
Cheapended by needless searching
When all that stood before
Always was
Right before the very eyes
That first beheld one
In such wonder and need
To the depths the soul returns
The comfort of the chains they thought broken
Slithering clincking with the familiar sound
Chains so weaved like silent comfort
~Turukai~
The Mirror
Hear my calling,
my shreaks poetically bleak as a deserted
windswept post- apocalyptic harbour at dead of night
Life weary yet half whispered recitations,
horridly and esquisitely pale and yet tragic as a
virgin suicide…
My calls are a oddity to you whose bleak sincerity is rarely in doubt
but which hits those dark notes more sporadically
than it ought…..
Ancient sorrows audible for all anew,
to hinder your windswept mind…
Black wings they flutter severed
clumsily mimicing like
that of old mythological beasts
nothing escapes
my expressionistic eyes in this twilight enigma….
I gaze upon you all in wonder
what ever are you doing
sinister destruction of this LOVE we have I call my own….
The all-encompassing sense of a miserable within,this loneliness
is overpowering and overfearing yet you do not see…
Should I sweep to far away lands
save myself but not least
& leave this place and to my own demise and destruction
evaporating the mundane and placeing you in
the midst of a serious medieval crossfire,my
blood on the land, sweet bliss I do taste
these black wings shall flutter with disgrace & sadness…
©~Enercia~
