Emptiness that feels

Give me the antidote

for this poison I abhorred and learnt to ignore.

Give the antidote that shedding vessels denies to the core.

I never wished to drink from the bitter river

which divests the Dark Dreamer

from the revelations of existence.

How can a heart suffer in absence of pain?

Her face – branded, paralyzed, and pale.

The mirror she held as life said farewell.

The death of the innocent.

It is all emptiness, yet I cascade!

I cascade with the grief of a foreign sentiment.

Forgive me, Your Majesty;

for thou didst meet thy end,

and no mercy caressed thee

‘fore the tearing of the flesh.

Thou took’st thy leave in blasphemy,

and truth remained unseen

amidst the lines of neglected poetry.

And truth was buried still…

destroying images of me.

~*~

I am sorry.

Recollection

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Hast thou ever wondered

the reason behind thy restless heart?

Something to ease the uneasiness

that conquers thy nights?

That which thou art able not to speak of,

for it wickedly hides somewhere in thy mind and eats thee alive?

It is inexorable torture!

An alleged bon that brings about corruption!

It is an impious knight of hollow eyes

who rides and dances upon a putrid carriage disguised in ecstasy

on the imparting of unavailing and treacherous promises.

Poor is he who yieldeth to his honey-like words!

Condemned is he who hath relished the kiss of such an atrocious Lord!

In my centuries of life,

his is a war to wage day and night.

Alas! Unwise I was.

He took me by surprise and forsook me behind god’s back.

~*~

At midnight, innocent eyes were open wide.

Moonlight brought about the mysteries fearful eyes denied.

“Look there!” cried the little old girl in dread.

A quiet ancient friend knelt by the corner at the feet of the bed.

He did not look at her in the eye,

yet she felt the weight of his coal-black sight.

But this world to its own laws.

Conveniently most inconvenient,

he vanished and never came back.

Ask Augustus what he did,

and tell it to me under the willow tree

that I may undo what she could not halt

before the gates of eternity closed.