...Unsheathed

By SolApathy

Velocity of dreams
Outpaced by screams
Burrowed into the sanctity of sorrow
Tell me of the dire dreams of tomorrow
Never will silence be still
Blood runs with the force of my will
Every beat of my heart –A tremor in the dark
Every breath a spark
Burdened by memories that can never be named
I fight for the few moments that remain
I slice in sweet comfort enveloped within my disease
Blood drains –Violent as a raging sea
Still death refuses to take my spark
Angst burns so much brighter in the dark
I feel the tune of war knocking at my door
Beckoning me to rise from this wet floor
Malice of a dire mind
I reach for the blade of end times
Sweet sinister song-- my blade, unsheathed
Whisper a song of eternity diseased
I dance with the velocity of my blade
So many debts to be…Paid

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Published on Tuesday, February 27, 2018. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Poisoned by my own reflection... Gnarled introspection of a dead flowersâ€™ perfection

Comments on "...Unsheathed "

On Wednesday, February 28, 2018, Anna McCarra (357) wrote:

So much darkness and torment to cut through. I hope you find your Excalibur and slay those demons.
On Wednesday, February 28, 2018, Riven Waker (317) wrote:

I love that you tagged this with corpse flower. I see that as an avatar of the spirit of the dreadfully intense work. Also, it reminds me as if Neil Peart were to write metal lyrics lol. Brilliant work, truly... write on
On Wednesday, February 28, 2018, SolApathy (650) wrote:

Thank you, I thought it would be a fitting tag.
On Tuesday, February 27, 2018, Anna McCarra (357) wrote:

Wow, this cuts deep.