Ankoku, 11 february 2012
A want for the blade
To cut into my sensitive flesh
For the blood
That will leak from my veins
A need to feel the release
That would follow
Like poison
My blood will be black
It will be tainted
By the poison
That has slowly
Penetrated my soul
My heart cries out
For the release
That is brought on by my knife
And the blood that pools at my feet
Black as the night
As I cry out
My pain consuming me
And the walls whisper
Love me and only me
And absolution will be yours
Finally peace as I close my eyes
For the final time
~Ankoku Gekido
Ankoku, 11 february 2012
A waiting heart
Is one full of sorrow
A waiting heart
Is one rarely seen
For hearts rarely wait
For hearts are impulsive
But there are a few
That would wait for eternity
And I have one
My heart is waiting
For the one I so adore
To come back to me
So my heart no longer weeps
So that I can rest in peace at last
Were I a wraith
It would be his call that would drag me into the great abyss
That would call me to eternal slumber
However
We are not wraiths
We are merely human
With human hearts
But my heart is pure
And my soul strong
So I will wait
Like a wraith
Waiting for the call of the gods
To lay in peace and happiness
For all eternity
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