"A Myriad of Reasons"
candle light reflects the drops,
sanguine expression of glass art,
a myriad of reasons,
to the desolate design,
perpetually hidden,
an artisan of obscurity,
meticulous in plot,
his death has reasons,
you'll have naught of,
simply a message,
to cryptic to speak,
suicide has no cowardice,
no justice to tell,
or final destination,
heaven or hell,
death is simply,
the last call,
dust to dust,
a grand skeme,
were born to fall,
some just decree when and why..
possibly not the auspicious path,
yet death is death,
spin your wrath,
the ground nullifies your tongue,
until you and the dead are one,
you stand a vacuous martyr,
whom for no one will cry....
pray for the moment you die,
so some poor soul will wonder why...
"Ready, Aim, Fi..... "
cure me.
a healer to mend my maladies,
silence my slumbers screams,
the waking in the dead of night,
battling an incorporeal fight,
to the blessed I'm damned,
hell ravages my dreams.....
find me.
a tracker to map my madness,
discover my secret sorrows,
the cuts in the veil of clouds,
wandering in memories shrouds,
to the found I'm abandoned,
far beneath my eyes......
teach me.
a scholar to mediate my meltdown,
interpret my somber serenity,
the writhing in comfort of amour,
hiding in deaths door,
to the rapturous I'm depressed,
confined in my mind.....
kill me.
a slayer to murder my malevolence,
bury my stagnant story,
the anger in malicious temptation,
defying in subconscious retaliation,
to the stable I'm armed,
staring at the mirror...
Ready.
Aim.
I fire.
candle light reflects the drops,
sanguine expression of glass art,
a myriad of reasons,
to the desolate design,
perpetually hidden,
an artisan of obscurity,
meticulous in plot,
his death has reasons,
you'll have naught of,
simply a message,
to cryptic to speak,
suicide has no cowardice,
no justice to tell,
or final destination,
heaven or hell,
death is simply,
the last call,
dust to dust,
a grand skeme,
were born to fall,
some just decree when and why..
possibly not the auspicious path,
yet death is death,
spin your wrath,
the ground nullifies your tongue,
until you and the dead are one,
you stand a vacuous martyr,
whom for no one will cry....
pray for the moment you die,
so some poor soul will wonder why...
"Ready, Aim, Fi..... "
cure me.
a healer to mend my maladies,
silence my slumbers screams,
the waking in the dead of night,
battling an incorporeal fight,
to the blessed I'm damned,
hell ravages my dreams.....
find me.
a tracker to map my madness,
discover my secret sorrows,
the cuts in the veil of clouds,
wandering in memories shrouds,
to the found I'm abandoned,
far beneath my eyes......
teach me.
a scholar to mediate my meltdown,
interpret my somber serenity,
the writhing in comfort of amour,
hiding in deaths door,
to the rapturous I'm depressed,
confined in my mind.....
kill me.
a slayer to murder my malevolence,
bury my stagnant story,
the anger in malicious temptation,
defying in subconscious retaliation,
to the stable I'm armed,
staring at the mirror...
Ready.
Aim.
I fire.