Doombringer
My eyes have turned to dark pinnacles
Concealing the madness I hide behind them.
My head bears the countenance of a morning star
Holding onto the promise of a brighter horizon.
My shadow follows this body with evil intentions
Conspiring to strangle the secrets from my lungs.
My soul cries out through pressed lips
Yearning to touch the Sun once again.
My mind weeps with the whispers of the dying
Burying my conscious under the woes of the unseen.
My mouth holds the voice of ten thousand martyrs
Breaking the shackles of this world around me.
My hands are nailed to the cross of my persecution
Praying for an end to be near.
My heart holds your Christ captive
Wishing for comfort when all mercy is gone...
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I Am: 1) A proud Father, a prodigal son, and a righteous Poet. 2) Acting oblivious to the world, because I could care less about it. 3) Writing poems for or to forget people who don't deserve the spilt ink let alone a piece of a dead tree. 4) Randomly sarcastic in humor with a slight touch of deep-rooted hatred for people who don't get it. 5) So persuasive that I can believe my own lies with honest intentions. 6) Very underestimated when it comes to the power of my word and absence of fear. 7) A sucker for love, but deep down inside - an asshole. 8) Hoping the world will end soon, so I don't have to work and pay bills. 9) Lonely, yet satisfied by not being around hypocrites, liars, whores, and judgmental bible-belts. 10) Probably thinking about something else other than what you're talking about, due to selective hearing. 11) Keeping my Faith in the Darkest of Hours so that I may see the Light one day...
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