Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Rip Apart
A sky azure as the wings rip apart.
The whispers so faint and shallow.
The soundless night that severs the heart,
The pain feels very fallow.
The sorrow speaks, an angels voice,
So broken and pure, like a child.
Echoes rage like thunder; the choice?
Transform and die awhile.
The crimson from the darkest fire
Mutilates a transient soul.
She fights to live, but to expire?
It would render her unwhole.
Without flight, her feet now tread
The shadowed valley's of nowhere.
The splendor goes away, and she is dead.
Bound by angry chains of fear.
8-25-11
The whispers so faint and shallow.
The soundless night that severs the heart,
The pain feels very fallow.
The sorrow speaks, an angels voice,
So broken and pure, like a child.
Echoes rage like thunder; the choice?
Transform and die awhile.
The crimson from the darkest fire
Mutilates a transient soul.
She fights to live, but to expire?
It would render her unwhole.
Without flight, her feet now tread
The shadowed valley's of nowhere.
The splendor goes away, and she is dead.
Bound by angry chains of fear.
8-25-11
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