#sceescae

[sceescae]

I sew the mallows with marrows; Viscera of unwanted thoughts and sorrow. Lamenting, grieving, with all but tears, We speak in whispers: of Nowhere.

In silence, in fog, do we declare- Of song and dance of wee Nightmare. The little Night we chose to lynch Was but a child: a gasped pinch.

The fog and rain of rusted clinch: A perverse grin- a rusted tinge, And all it took, from our yoke Was but tiny sliver of gold sunstroke.

In rain of ash and dust we woke- Peace and mirth in rights revoked. Tranquil smiles of body unburied, Empty eyes in sins uncarried.

Sing in breezes of misery ferried- Dreaded truths of worldly deities. At Eve comes unwanted morrows, And Sunlight bears the glowing yarrows.

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Broken before moonrise, A siren wails in vain Whispers of the coming age: Dark and dreary days

Misfortune not designated But all that laid on leys Of farce and mockery, all in name- In an angel's hanging frame

Drought in days uncounted thus Desiccated songs Of heros and villians in ages lost The end held all in rust

The end held no finales true: The death to all that spoke Evil, good- in division lost Crumbling underfoot

In silence do we realize true That no thing held virtue In secrets uttered, sins endorsed All were in but words

In the greying Sun, we write our end; Breaths in buried air Rotting as we one who speak: For void that were aware

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I knew from days past; in nights unslept and inbetweens, Of days past and misery sewn. Those I refused to thread in looms.

Excuses in lies I set in motion, plighted past and dark emotions- I set out in void, null and hollow, to find the meaning in loss and sorrow.

Memories painted grey and sallow, I brushed with ash from unwilling mellows. Through the mess I made, in pain I laid, I could not escape the broken days.

In mess I became- clear as day- it was as if I could not run away. From was and is and in turn will be. The mess of questions: unspoken pleas.

I did not know how I could ask. For help or mercy from things I lacked. I lived in agony, lacking in memory- of who I'm fighting, or what I was chasing.

Shattered and broken, unmade by hands that seeked in motions I did not understand- In gentle but rough sways of life, I was torn apart in mind and soul.

But as I lied and lied and lied in laden days that laid in leys I realized that I need not hide. But stride. Forward. In burning pride.

I was happy. I was miserable. But both had let me see the world for how it should be seen: for how wide it truly could've been. I felt the touch of the air I breathed. The earth that kept my roots in meade.

In world that knew of misery, was the world that knew of hope. All were but pages- of a chapter, in books, that wrote its part in greater scope.

In this short but long whispers we carry, the mysteries seen and truths buried- In life we live, uncertain and varied. Writing in earth the ashes we carry.

So write your story, in embers and souls, along with me, in firms of winds. For you will be everlasting: you, the tales of fire that burned in truth.

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In misery rain dilute waters- Orange taste and sinful copper. Sun-rust clouds and frigid winters In summer of noon; In faces of bloom.

Frost flowers and blood blooms, sunshine that knew, Not of mercy unfounded but in misery that knew of lacking in lacking. Petals of snow drop in violent rain as feet try to beg in unrepentance. Arrogance of knowing. Arrogance of fear. Surely we knew but still we continued.

Questions flower the heart with blood- Vital and knowing, miserable epiphany. With a face that knows of its exact wrongdoings, begs the mind of mundane makings: In mercy and forgiveness of empty messages. Of unfeeling thoughts and genuine selfishness.

Stopped time did not stop the doves that spread the message of peace and certainty of guaranteed misery. Broken trust was all money could buy, so the hands robbed the pennies from the willingly blind. Rains of rust and orange lies. Rain hard, and rain eternally.

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I live in fear of tomorrow.

I run from my past.

Pressed from both sides, I wander

Knowing in knowing not.

There are no lights for my day

Nor pity of moonlight-

I merely lost my way

Always pretending otherwise.

What I think is right, is not-

In rambling descent,

I thought it was grace,

And to think insane-

I lost it.

Rambling emotions I cannot explain

Other than this laughter I hate,

Explaining the meaningless wisdom

Of my decay.

I lost it again, the will

To live or know. In sight now known.

It's all mundane. It's all a fray.

In thoughts of what I am

Not

Decorates my frame,

Not knowing each passing moment

Could be my etch in grave.

So I hang in force with whispers

With shallows I call you I

In passing portraits of today.

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Two snakes of vanity, Two of nihility; One of knowing, One of lying.

One spoke not- One only spoke: In tears nor wails did they move But to one and another alone.

To embrace yet not accept, To love yet ever hunger- They spoke of each And of other only.

The story writes as they remain themselves; Only due by its faltering twirls- Of madness and madness; Unlike, alike.

In knowing they see The truth of their ink, But to resent a time Is but unfruitful dally.

A painting that moves: Meaningless mimicries, Of two doomed By ripped kismet.

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I wander the fog, seeing whispers and secrets- Hidden from me, as they must be. In sight I trust that I cannot trust any less, I traipse the night. In misery seeks the greatest company Of knowing. Of not trusting, or believing. In fragile fog they weave, I trust nothing, For they also must know nothing, even if they know more than me. Fragility and consequences. Of mortality, and nihility. I do not ask forgiveness for my ignorance. But for my decision to stay ignorant. A blighted mind does not meander far, but in agony does it wander long. Into the stars: the firmament that rejected me thus. I want to stare. I want to let go. Of my feelings. Or my heart. I do not know where to let go. Or where to look. But for only grief and tragedy- toasts of victory. Bright are the dark skies of quiet. And I, Let go.