Wizardry333

     There's plenty left to be afraid of. There are so many memories of old home that bring me tears like sheets of rain that creep up on me quietly in the still of the night, or a beautiful occurrence so like what I remember. Like a solider who devoted his life to a cause and country now extinct, I felt the pangs of futility when my parents saw fit to disown me. This must be what it feels like to remember dead loved ones; I can't imagine those happy old holidays without searing pain of regret, for all now gone. The joy of any occasion obfuscated in the loss of what won't be again.     If they were dead, however, I might stand a chance of b

The dark brooding sky lurched, bearing its Indisposed snowy slush. From the warm crackles Of home's hearth, a family braves the cold, Children wrapped a modicum too tight by Mother's careful hand – Father surveys the Passing landscape, into the flying horizon Lacy sauntered slowly by the perfect rows of pine, All standing slightly over her. The orphanage Sold these every year, and sowed anew. They were born with death in sight To be honored one last time, in that languid Demise of bleeding dry on a sanitized floor. The family moved across stone tiles like a shadow, Parents slowly stalking behind the children, rushing Past

It was only now In the black solitude of Eyes closed, and sky silent That I heard the answer, and Saw a way where only wilderness was     The leaves are not the tree     Clouds are not the sky     The faults don't make – me Don't doubt that I discern the Blame in all things. The way of All things. Even the wrong choice Can be made from the right environs. There is a world that I can see Its shadow presence haunting For all that is and comes to pass Is reflected, twisted, in the Mirror of what we wish not To be, the mind inside me, seeing For deranged safety, that which I     -would never want to see.

Unlike you- I never had anything     Love was stolen, shown to     be an utter fraud Life was taken, and locked away- forever     Hope long lost Dreams now forsaken     Without which I lost     myself, and ceased to be I was never good enough     Everyone who cared most     Let you cast the first stone And it rained rocks relentlessly Until I realized the truth-     Nothing is real without torments verification And now I've built my foundation, my Life and love and hopes and dreams     On the sandy shore, and I can see     The tide coming in   -    I'm afraid Is the shaking my nerves or the earth? Do my eyes fa

Eternity passed before this Paradoxically empty hell Suddenly I woke- So long had I slept, I knew no other existence Trumpets sound as I Break free, spreading my Black and tattered wings To fall, back to the Heaven below me- Serene from stars above In flames on the surface Past the famine, plague Darkness, and the Beast What I remember exists Only in memory-      The chill of realization Ever since the Darkness, the Sun ceased to shine, but the Yawning flame approaching                 - The Lake of Fire I never witnessed the Seven year reign,      But I would stand