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our thoughts descend
into velvet oblivion
a voice entwined
with the wind
billowing
dark words that echo
so hollow
soft
and subtle
metallic and comforting
like the warmth
of blood
dripping on your tongue
from a vein unseen
the taste
a bittersweet heaven
remembering
the purgatory
in your eyes
slowly forced
closing
like mortuary drapes
just after twilight
those eyes descend
into velvet oblivion
a world
of silent seas
and dream
and dream
of haunted things
into velvet oblivion
a voice entwined
with the wind
billowing
dark words that echo
so hollow
soft
and subtle
metallic and comforting
like the warmth
of blood
dripping on your tongue
from a vein unseen
the taste
a bittersweet heaven
remembering
the purgatory
in your eyes
slowly forced
closing
like mortuary drapes
just after twilight
those eyes descend
into velvet oblivion
a world
of silent seas
and dream
and dream
of haunted things
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Literature
Broken Spirit
Broken Spirit
In the corner of this bar
I swallow my miseries alone
In the depths of this whiskey glass
Lies the tears of my unheard moans
Fiery-ice, liquefied annihilation
Madness on the rocks
Death awaits me patiently
Cause in hell time has no clocks
Beyond this physical realm
My spirit surrounded by haze
Possessed by evil and darkness
Lost within this circular maze
Trapped inside this whiskey glass
Spiritually I'm caged
Physically I'm slowly dying
Mentally I've become deranged
Scattered thoughts, shattered emotions
Uncontrolled by this deathly crave
Never had two feet to stand on
Born with one foot in the grave
Slowly my spirit burns
By
Literature
A Darkness so Deep
There cold so deep that it needs more than heat
A cold that goes beyond your skin
In your bones and in your soul
When the wind has frozen you for so long
Not even fire can warm you
There an exhaustion so heavy that it needs more than sleep
When you’ve gone without sleep
Without rest and without break
For so long you know
That not even a day alone
Will keep it from weighing you down
There is a loneliness so strong that it needs more than love
A strange feeling that persists
Despite friends despite family
It lives so long you’ve forgotten
What it’s like to have a friend
And even with those you love
A line is drawn, a connect
Literature
Mystic emotions
In the darkness of my soul
my face is locked away
though you stare into my eyes
I'm not the person that I portray
hidden behind the walls of my heart
where no one will ever see me
safely protected within my dungeon
where only I possess the key
Deep dark and mystic
bottled feelings lay
in unreachable places
of a secret passage way
concealed love unrevealed dreams
minding the riches of the heart and soul
behind inaccessible doors
which no one will ever find
Mystic emotions
my true inner self
sitting all alone
like dust upon a shelf
all my life there was no one
to share my love or dreams
so I'll take my emotions to the grave
from my deepest j
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This is another poem I have never posted online before. It has been published in the July 2013 issue of Dark Gothic Resurrected Magazine
© 2013 - 2024 arsenic-sea
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This is exquisite.