Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Sowing seeds or salt

As I lay upon this earth
My sanity shattered
In a thousand shards its scattered
Like swords, impaled upon this lifeless form
Not flesh, drop of blood
Nor trace of soul from this once unbreakable vessel
Bearer of unshakable conviction
Death, the only source of failure in its mission
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But I delude myself once again
For I am still mortalities slave
But now branded, cursed, sealed
Damned.
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It is no scar to reinforce this vessels armor
For it is an open wound, bound to bleed for eternity
Rot in its gangrenous miasma
Maggots and flies feasting
Upon its cavernous pit
And the pain, unbearable
Numbing
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And yet, like a phoenix, the vessel is resurrected
Ashes lost in the winds formed once again
By tears, perhaps despaired beckoning
By answering the call, I am bound once again
To the oath of the undying
I follow in your footsteps once again
Still bleeding, still numb
With no guarantee of another heartbeat
I remain driven
--graydarksoul--