Lost in the Paradise of Deception,
Struggling in the Hell of Lies, once more.
A Divine Twilight, shadowed, stained.
Drums clatter as the boy gazes. An Artifact,
Only a Portrait; A man, a woman, two children, yet not the boy.
Betrayed by Strings of Passion , Captured in the Web of Demise,
An Endless Cycle. Boots and Belts and a Bruised Body.
Born Four Extra Moons ago, and Life is still the same,
Feelings Crafted and Forged, Artificial Love thrust upon,
The Shinigami draws nearer, whispering and clutching and loving.
Breath escaping, hands flaying. Overpowered, yet loved.
A broken, distorted love......Tis the Mother's Love.
The Past Deception Haunts, The Present Reminds,
False smiles and laughs. Tis but a lonesome play.
Revenge. Power. Freedom. Yet nothing, but love.
The shoes torn, belts ripped and the scars nodded,
Cursed by the Blessing of Life, guided with Hate.
The required Knife, filled with blood and laughter,
Life in exchange for death. Freedom in exchange for family,
And yet I wake up, choking as my mother 'loves' me
Misled by delusions and fantasies, I continue to suffer.
Her tender warm hands embrace me....embrace my neck.
Purple face, Eyes bulging, body shaking and the Devil laughing.
The Dream I sought, forever covered by the Sadist's clutch,
Lost in her whispers, shadowed under her pressure....I am cursed.
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So..uh...here's another one.
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YÙGEN; A Collection Of Poems
PoetryYùgen: (n) A profound awareness of the universe that triggers feelings too deep and mysterious for words. These are just some poems that I wrote, enjoy~
