And so I have crumbled, I have fallen,
into this obsidian pit of darkness.
Where, in my blubbering heart,
fury it can now only harness.
And in this place the terror reigns,
inside which I am condemned and confined.
And in this place the eyes are bleak,
as the devils are the ones they only seek.
And in their wayward thoughts,
I breathe once more the embers and the fires.
Filled with horrors, tantalizing screams,
and a mouthful of twisted liars.
And here I have come to stand,
on the apex of chaotic destruction.
A constellation of fallen wits,
in a place of transfixed obstruction.
And the tendrils have fluctuated,
against the sirens who have mutated.
As they do mock as I commence my fall,
and finally collapse into this dreary hall.
Wherein I glimpse the picture,
of my captor's ugly aughts.
Wherein I see the picture,
of my captor's evil thoughts.
Wherein there is none but myself,
to stack on his clustering shelf.
While he pounces around for other prey,
though I pray he may not anymore find his way.
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Poesy of Eloquence
Poetry❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them...
