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To whence eyes looked forward, the price thier soul
For those who aspired, the cost too high
And whom stands a halt to progress, marked the fool
To whence eyes refuse to look forward and decline to play
The price is all humanity, which ever way we go

A Respectful Comment

In which lies love, the head or the heart or alas a mortal game
To where lies pain, the soul, mind or percieved wrong
In what lies death, that of mental adsence or the fading of psyical form

What is it to be human, as I am that in all but who I know I am…

Mirror shy, I beg you not….

​Mirror shy away, beg not to reflect this feeble excuse for human fail

I hath lacked the inclination to take the image shown darkly hued for an age into time

Show not the venom overflowing beneath that false gaze

Show not the frown locked into every stress line

Show not the form I fade to when ghosts haunt

I am all an image fractured to hide the inherit fright that has become of all that once shined

Mirror shy away and sample not the flesh corrupting around these bones

What deathly bleak features I see in reflected flash are too much a reminder of the hope I lost

From whence it crawled, the fated Keep

​So to whence souls sink we sight a jaded keep, all a chorus of screams seduction to what better tempered hath mercilessly bleed to seal what slithers deeper within

Sanities lingering presence hauntingly cackles a fractured melody to take cold to newly icy depths, where within that creature sealed greedily mauls those foolish enough to wish to see thier reflected sins

All sins a flesh of twistedly framed corrupting bed, as into her sheets seethes damnations very most disturbing grin, the corners so turned of that hell reflecting smile as to say ‘come in’
A man’s remorseful yelp at the painfully consuming sting of a tail so insidiously severing his heart filled joy and happy will

Love now done with a discarding ruthless kick of coldly bone cracking heels into a shattered form of flesh, the hopeless scream of that mortal wetch a seductive siren, so subsinctly pitched as to draw in those foolish  enough to wish to see reflected in her emotionless pits thier dreamily conjured notions of what tempts lesser men

As all who crawl away broken desperately warn others not to sample the dark arts of love