Cycle of the Night

October 28, 2009

The Moon fades away into the clouds that shimmer silver light,
approaching twilight with the dimples of my troubled mind.
As dawn becomes the soldier for Mighty Soleil and will bide,
the ripples of my misery will come undone, but never reunite.

The Dawn breaks and unfolds into the path that does remind,
the heavens have lifted and gone until night.
Till dusk approaches I will be in this strife,
and without a penance I shall no longer abide.

The Dusk shading a miserable existence to loom in darkness and pine,  
the hell that calls to me, until time I shall bide with my mind.
Till light dawns, and breaks into action that is considered irate,
my misery and woes will replenish, though no more an advocate.


By gucken




October 9, 2009

Is it wrong to be such in love? With a man who cares not for my being?
Is it wrong to want something that I could not possibly receive nor feign?
Why must I lead myself into this trench where I know I will see no light?
Why is it that I go on to try with might, but possibly not win this fight?

Is it wrong to be this taken? With a man who cares not for this feeling?
Is it wrong to want the mere pleasure of his company, without more to creep in?
Why must I lead myself to expect the wantings of a romantic heart?
WHy is it that I make forlon attempts, to trudge onwards knowing the fall is hard?

Is it wrong to be this hollow? Without the man I long for with all my soul?
Is it wrong to die a slow death, as my heart dies with every beat without moral?
Why must I live another day without the key that you possess?
Why is that I no longer desire the will to live and nor do I digress?


By Azzriel666

By Azzriel666