Exigent Silhouette

Inability to release, a travesty;

Incapable of forgetting, a burden.

Forged in this life, a via dolorosa;

An open-ended conclusion, a scourge.

A resolute quietus, a solecism;

A diffident life, an ire.

Never to be exacted, a vendetta;

To ever forget, a sweet release.

To dance with the Angel again, a gaiety;

To be unfettered by this Demon… a joie de vivre.

“I couldn’t face a life without your light… it took the death of Hope to let you go…” — Corey Taylor

The Call Of Crimson

I was the breath inside your

Failing lungs;

I was the life you never grasped.

I was the warmth that caressed

Your frozen heart;

I was the flame inside your eyes.

I was the blood in your rotting

Veins;

I was the death you could have

Embraced.

I was the one that watched you die,

All the while pleading for your

Attention.

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Living with death,

Buried in a coffin of thorns

While the nails are driven,

Sealing me within.

The barbs slice deep,

The filth bleeding into

The casket, this agony

A comfort in this

Moribund moment.

This torment or subsistence,

Such a choice:

Accept one pain or choose

Another anguish;

This is the end, I have

Surrendered my fate to this

Tomb

Ready To Move On

Alright so, as I have mentioned before, I was going through a very rough time; I had written several poems during this juncture of my life, and one I had refused to publish until now. The reason being, I felt it was just too morbid, and I did not want anyone thinking I had gone off the deep end; however, I am ready to move on with my life, I have done my grieving, and I know that Christ would not want me to linger on this anymore, so I have decided to post it after all, as my final "goodbye" to that part of my life. I do not expect many (if any at all) to enjoy this particular piece, but like I said, this is the last step for my letting go.