Of Eternity To Rest

Whirlwinds of fire bless me with gold,

And her whispered cold,

Dark oblivious hair,

With its blackened memory of hate,

And all the things that should be forgiven,

Never became lost,

And only to trust those who could not,

Have ever crucified her,

And died for her a thousand more times,

I’d drown her sighs,

With flesh of tears,

In arms of embrace,

That only Christ could offer her,

Whilst I tied to her wrists with laces,

But now that’s she’s all but mine,

I see them all preying on her,

On her perfect, porcelain, carcass,

Ravenous creatures,

Like in the sea,

Black nails of Faith,

And Eternity,

A stigmatic cut,

On her, what seems to be lips?

I lay her down to the floor,

And bless her coldness with a kiss,

Never again to be seen,

By the light of day,

In vampyric virtues,

Of the personifying lay,

I trusted Heaven, and I trusted Earth,

To help me and upon her,

I’d now live in Hell,

Poetic feelings all blessed with blighted death,

That touches me with its hands of porcelain hands,

Of eternity to rest…

 


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†"I always wondered if being dark or light, would change my vision of this world, I was right. At the cost of being dark, I killed, ate, and lied for most of my life. I still remember the blackest memories, in that Citadel Of Secrets."† - David Angel

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