this was original a piece of instrumental music with mainly sonar noise and piano, but I thought it might need a poem to go with it, so I wrote this...
I find true sickness in silence
the cure in bitter violence
of a slow descend
in humanity
sink to the bottom
seek out the rotten
heart of this sweet decay
oh, let us throw away
the false skin
break the cage of the beast within
our darkened souls
the nature of
our dying breed
is to smile
when we bleed
the deeper we fall
the more
beacons are lit
a candle for the winners
those that have gained
the inner fire
of deepest all-consuming
pure desire
the lust for life
two hands
on the same knife
lovers joined at the blade
the shining steel
that will not fade
some lie hidden
buried
in their own rust
others rise again
like fallen angels
of dust
spirits on the wind
lamenting
repenting
as they are descending
into the Hell
of solitude
a Purgatorian prelude
to
life
Poetry by Michael Dyst
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Written on 2008-12-18 at 16:11
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Descend
I find true sickness in silence
the cure in bitter violence
of a slow descend
in humanity
sink to the bottom
seek out the rotten
heart of this sweet decay
oh, let us throw away
the false skin
break the cage of the beast within
our darkened souls
the nature of
our dying breed
is to smile
when we bleed
the deeper we fall
the more
beacons are lit
a candle for the winners
those that have gained
the inner fire
of deepest all-consuming
pure desire
the lust for life
two hands
on the same knife
lovers joined at the blade
the shining steel
that will not fade
some lie hidden
buried
in their own rust
others rise again
like fallen angels
of dust
spirits on the wind
lamenting
repenting
as they are descending
into the Hell
of solitude
a Purgatorian prelude
to
life
Poetry by Michael Dyst
Read 845 times
Written on 2008-12-18 at 16:11
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