Nightrayne, 22 february 2012
I'll beg for fire.
I'll beg for pain,
to be cleansed,
to be burned away.
And the ashes to fall
to fertilize the growth of a purer soul,
onto which fate will have no hold.
Cause through the fires and ash of my rebirth
I will find the salvation to my soul.
Nightrayne, 22 february 2012
When the world turns her eyes away,
to gaze upon some glorious deed
or some or other magnificent site,
leaving us in her shadow
I will be there,
waiting.
My eyes and senses fixed on you,
only you...
My eyes will be daring,
my body will be begging,
burning with raw desire.
When the world turns her eyes away
I will lay my pride to the ground
toss away my dignity
and rid myself of self respect.
I will stand before you,
naked and vulnerable.
I will beseech you!
Liberate my darkest desires!
Nightrayne, 9 january 2012
The anger inside me
seems to be an ever burning fire.
God fearing friends assure me,
"God has a plan".
That every wrong and painful thing to happen,
has a "reason".
That I should trust the almighty,
the one that deems himself fit,
to trial and test my life,
like a rat in a cage
and the world his laboratory.
And I, the unfortunate rat
never to know the reasons
behind the masters act.
Nightrayne, 12 december 2011
Like the road less travelled,
my mind wonders through paths
that could have been my life
had the other road been my choice that day.
Every twist and every turn
a memory of me
standing at the fork
with a choice being made.
Moments in life I cannot change,
but the choices and consequences
relived again.
Like a morning stroll on a cold winters day,
haunted by longing and regret,
I wish myself back
to the fork in the road
to right the wrong turns I've made.
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