The sorrow of an individual has encumbered him beyond the frailities lif'es attrocities brought his away. For his spirit is being eaten up by a rage embroiled inside his coal heart. For he must find the ignition to start up his true reality so his consciousness can be the guide to a path towards enlightenment.
His eyes are the ocean I drown
My sorrows in on cold nights.
I allow my anguish to embroil
Within me; however, it builds
Like a cancer eating away
At my inner peace.
Following me throughout
Turbulent waters is a fire
Burning inside my gut.
I wither away inside myself,
And tread no more.
For I’m drowning in sorrow.
Roads of isolation take me
Further and further away from
Reality. For I created my own
Reality. Illusions become me
In darkness. Fiction becomes
Fact only to become fiction.
My mind grows hazy, and my
All tables overturn their fortitude.
For my sorrows are the amber
Found among the dead. I am
Of the dead.
In death, there is an emptiness
Which leaves me in complete
Isolation. My heart quakes
With fear, because I’m hollow.
I ask my fellow comrades in
The spirit world where my sense
Of being went to. They respond,
There is only emptiness in death
Which leaves voided feelings.
Death is as good as it is in thought.
For there is no light for those who
Fall into darkness. Light is for those
Whose hearts have transcended into
Heaven’s fire of love. For it is the
Afterlife, the Paradise the Lord often
Spoke of to his disciples.
However, the only means for getting
The heart back is through self acceptance,
No regrets about past decisions made, and
No fear of the future. For the present is all
One can control.
Every decision made in the present affects
The future. However, every decision made
In the past doesn’t have to affect the present
Negatively. Even a bad experience has it’s
Lesson. Learn from the past, and all shall
Be confounded by the heart light.
For if the fire is to return to the lost,
One must delve into his own consciousness,
And look to the Holy Spirit buried within
When the river dries up, his tears form
a bond amongst his core enlightenment.
His anguish transforms him into a light
For humanity. Only then, can he dance
Among a starry, starry, night.
He walks among those whose light
embraces him, removing his longing
to be removed from the distance which
feeds his heart with hope.
For there is now a fire burning within
him. He is delivered from sanctioned
memories which held him prisoner to
his past. His soul is fed.
His sanctity burns in the wind's breath.
I collapse. My my burning lungs torture me.
I plea the Lord, "Prolong me no more. I'd rather the fire be quelled than to quake me."
Every girl grows up with the fairy tales. All those girls who are born in 90's or before that definitely lived in fairy tale subconsciously.
We talk about religions but we forget that every religion follows humanity, a virtue towards extinction. We are not exhausted yet to act like demons.
Lust is a forbidden emotion. Sometimes, it is necessary to experience it without hesitation.