The grave that waits this mortal’s fall

Hollow kingdoms line a thankless grave

A line of ghosts to offset the column of fools

Silence screams a sonnet of failure in lonely eyes

Aside the cards set upon a gamblers hand

The odds do dagger the back of honest foes

Death hath summoned but the price fell through

I got half a deal and in shadows I saw my happiness fall

The grave half empty

The name half carved

A sentence waiting

But will it be by my hand or life’s that I leave this wretched coil?

Old Words Revived, Older Pains Revised

To the act of which we are all born resistant, a timeless protection for life that to few is felt as a curse and for the many a concealed safeguard

The thoughts of things more fatal a willing call however for those afflicted with that condemningly less positive nature

As for those afflicted it is to live cruelly comically screwed, for it is on the cliff we feel the only emotion we are allowed to enjoy

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I am everything and nothing, and all the world demands

The truth of my nature, safe behind a shield of lies

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To die three deaths at a lady’s hand is enough to kill notions of love

But my heart clings to failed ideals that will secure my pain for as long as I live

Relationship fallen to failure

Illusion of hope twisted into an endless void

Friendship sacrificed for another’s selfish jealously, or for the price of my own flaws…. something I will never know

But such sorrows my tearless eyes will never let fade so easily, as long as new hope is denied

So to wills of angels I am failed, and suffering prolonged by the length of time

An Ocean of all that can’t be escaped

Awash in the oceanic base of all negative’s filth to drown the wretched of all that manically held sanity a sane man would have cherished more so not to feel the malicious pain stinging when that sanity becomes like innocence the victim of unwilling sacrifice for survival’s vicious march into dragging grounds for sinking dreams now mere hallowed screams of unforgiving pitch that burns a thousand loud volumes of regret’s painfully persistent memorials for those dreams now bitterly a deeply resounding pitch in every charged cursed dagger held to the sand flowing throats of bloodless strangers that look vacant from the mirrors hatred hung with gleeful intent to torture its victims

But loveless lies the drowning wretched with thankfully sharp knifes against desert flowing throats with much held relish once cautiously kept for the dreams whose now cursing echoes sharpen the blades that with desperate pleas in wanton tones may sever the ties torturously chaining them to this existence of emptiness reflecting from hatred’s mirrors at every damning turn we make in passionately energetic running from the source of all we know we are to blame for the solely damning reason that such ghosts are without merciful break for which we on bended knee and fractured fragments of life lost we beg are and forever will be forced to roam

For in hollow eyes the idea it rattles with resounding degrees that now we alone have had cruelly inflicted around our necks a stone to weigh eternal with the inherited pain from all others that are now freely flying from beyond the barbed borders of negativity’s filth who’s barbs with each spike trigger an immeasurable point of pain each miserable second we force breath in the muddied waters of our imprisonment

    So now to suffer

         So now to feel

                 All the world discarded

                          But life ensures I will never be free