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A Darker Shade of Black 
A creeping cold, tearing me from within
The agony, the sweetness of this sin
I walk into the night, with blind intent
With this violent throbbing in my head, unsilent
Descending into the shadows of yesteryear
Where the sun burns cold, like an unforgotten fear.
The blackest sky remains ever so unbroken
A pall so endless, starless and silken
Like my unkempt, faltering heart
So twisted and convoluted in all its art
And I find hope in what I have left
In a universe of life and love-bereft.
The night caresses me once more
With all the promises of sorrow- nevermore
So wan and strange it all be
Yet I heed, yes blindly
The morning comes uncertain, yet
While the frost keeps me numb from all regret |
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An Eternity Alone
I woke up to the feel of satin
Empty and alone, once more
My head throbbing in familiar din
Your scent lingering by the door
And yet I know you are not there
Inside this encasement I mourn
In vain, in my usual lachrymose flair
Lost, wretched and lovelorn.
Sweet, your kisses, though fatal
With hollow promises bequeathed
I wonder if you remember at all
With these lies I am wreathed
And I believe, still I believe
That, some night, you’ll dry my eyes
And promise to never leave
At last, silenced will be my cries.
Faint are your whispers
I can barely hear them now
I walk alone in this eternal vesper
A wanderer, frail and hollow
My eyes stinging with your memory
Wavering, like all the rest
Yet I am bound, still, to this agony
Unfathomable beneath my chest.
Beyond this casket, my eternity waits
Away from my satin-lined solace
Cursed to perambulate
In the folds of eventide’s grace
Visions of you clouding my head
Yet I look them as stale, nothing more
Like the dried up tears in my deathbed
And the night beckons me once more. |
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Sorrow (In Azrael's Arms) |
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The cries of my writhing soul
While I lay, awaiting the final toll
Restless, beneath the waning nightskies
And tears bleed out of my eyes
My head floods with familiar woes
Questions, whose answers I will never know.
My vision, with flashbacks, hazed
Of before my heart was grazed
And life meant living
And of pain- I knew not a thing
On these reminisces I suffocate
All too late, oh, all too late.
So few, the stars flicker
And I see death come hither
In a shower of blinding lights
An ascent to unfathomable heights
My cursed hands tremble, pale
And I helplessly break out into wails.
Faint shadows dance around me
Deaf and blind to my misery
No other way would I choose to depart
Absolution for my tainted heart
I so hope- perhaps in vain
Yet, this hope is all that remains.
I close my blood-stained eyes
And silence all my unholy cries
Savor my last taste of air
I feel the dew against my skin- bare
And this, at last, is the morrow
The yearned cleansing from sorrow. |
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| A Lachyrmatory for Myself |
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Soft as velvet is the rain
One with my tears and the pain
Inside this withered shell
That I know of, all too well
A clamor louder than tempests
In throes inside my chest.
The tainting of my soul
By agonies untold
I tremble, weak, from despair
And find solace nowhere
Alone- I make my sanctuary
To where, I shall flee.
A haven of shadows
Pure and without sorrow
A refuge for the weeping
In here I find myself keeping
In the solitude I drift away
My anguish, silently unmade.
Silenced and safe at last
In this shelter of dark glass
Enclosed and so frail
Inside, I asphyxiate and am pale
And though I wander alone
I relish this new home. |
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| The Pool of Tears |
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The ripples are songs of sorrow
Splashing away to nothing
And I struggle to keep the tides low
But, always, the ripples sing.
The red pool’s shell is glass
Frail and- like my memory
It contains, enraptures- but alas
It also cuts and ever so deeply.
Beneath the mirror-like surface
Are pebbles- remnants of the dead
And they will have to suffice
To silence the screaming in my head.
The water is cold and it stains
A thousand ripples break
The surface reflect my pain
A crash- and only splinters and my wake. |
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Azazoth (Background), A Darker Shade of Black and Other Poems Copyright © 2007 ~Schazmyrrh
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