Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
To burn
Ashy black wings
Spread wide,
Engulfing the blue sky
With the taint
Of the morning star.
Eyes made of poisoned
Black marbles learning
Now how to weep.
A beautiful mess
Covered with the
Scabs of memory as
He tries to escape.
His past?
A fury of hellfire
Brighter than a thousand suns.
Now he wanders in
And out of my dreams,
Watching me, swearing
He'll come for me.
He will come for me,
To rip the soul from
My being.
He will come for me,
A former protector now
Looking to return me to
The dark lord.
In exchange, he'll be
Rewarded beautiful white wings,
Feathers tipped with silver.
But for now, he waits,
Stalks his meaningless prey
And waits for the day when
He can claim his prize.
And I'll let him.
4-20-12
Spread wide,
Engulfing the blue sky
With the taint
Of the morning star.
Eyes made of poisoned
Black marbles learning
Now how to weep.
A beautiful mess
Covered with the
Scabs of memory as
He tries to escape.
His past?
A fury of hellfire
Brighter than a thousand suns.
Now he wanders in
And out of my dreams,
Watching me, swearing
He'll come for me.
He will come for me,
To rip the soul from
My being.
He will come for me,
A former protector now
Looking to return me to
The dark lord.
In exchange, he'll be
Rewarded beautiful white wings,
Feathers tipped with silver.
But for now, he waits,
Stalks his meaningless prey
And waits for the day when
He can claim his prize.
And I'll let him.
4-20-12
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To burn
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