This is the last poem for the Dark Side concept series. This poem is a sort of riddle, as well as the key to the entire series.
Granted such a simple choice But with no courage to voice I fall short of adhering To this ultimate calling How can there be any hope
Here comes the filthy horde Plotting to tear away All of the weak heart’s cords As you just kneel in dismay Don’t let go
I can’t warm the cold hearts Will I have to play like I depart… Must I fake my own death Just to reach all the rest? Why should I stoop so low?
I’ve posted three poems on my hidden account. They are older ones I wrote in the past, but they are also some of my most powerful ones. One of them is an Era Seven concept poem. I am c...
Did you ever care? Did you ever think that this wasn’… Did you ever wonder If I was the same person you met… Time moves
You staple labels to my face But never ever learn my name Your fake mistaken judgements fail As you hide behind a blackened vei… You’re afraid to die
Where have the heroes gone? Who are the villains now? Our constant foundation of love ha… On who’s behalf do you proceed? Granted it all and still you want…
Why do you hide all of your wonder… Why do you try to build a foundati… Brick by brick you build a wall Don’t you know it won’t stand for… More and more but not enough
You just want to be better Better than how you’re made Don’t be tricked by desire You won’t get what you crave You’re not the only one who wants…
Perception has become clouded with… Holding onto ignorance and retaini… When taught to let go, I refuse t… With knowledge that could help me… My speech lashes out like a burnin…
The flattery The catering of raw flesh The patterning It’s all waiting for the rest I’ll trade my soul
A walk along this graveyard path Causes reflection to old times When life was full of light, no wr… When people used to look on high Corrupt ambitions tied the noose
Are you calling out to a god? Or are you just trying to draw att… It was the pagan’s filthy job To bleed out their gifted lives to… You know better than this
How much more can this body take Before the stress devours it whole… I know for sure I’ll make a mista… Then plunging into a state of dull I’m losing the strength to hold my…
Pierced without a faithless cry Suspended towards the sky Where all can stand and see To watch you bleed Suffocation is thievery