I guess it is time for a new entry, oi? I think I have not been the best poet to just leave all of you my fans behind and out in the cold....but you can not freeze forever. I think I will call this new piece.....Imperfect Cry.
Can you walk in a valley of thorns.
Do you shed tears as flesh is torn?
From that anguish a new man is born.
so starts tremors from blasting horns.
When you wake from the dream
does it seem, as thought it is truly a dream?
As a shadow dissapears is it still the shadow of the empty....
within that seeming....does evil find you tempting?
If you think about the good, and forget about the bad.
Will it erase this pain....and cure this sad?
was I fool to think that in a journey to the moon...
the things I once saw as true...become untrue
To this face the snow leaves a stain like those of tears
I fail to relax and feel the years.
Each step is journy one more day that comes to a close
what happens if I fall and fail to arise.
Will I fail to be brought back to life?
Does the end of a journy encourage such prestigous hype?
Do I feel myself...as I become dust.
Like a flawed metal, the soul is covered in rust.
Imperfect cries will never take it away.
Just make it easier day by day.
Then it again...what is the use of dream.
if you do not awaken at last to be seen.
The world is watching.
the soldiers keep marching.
If I stand do I count as that one in a million?
Do not count this poor boy as an innocent civilian.
I long to say the things on my mind.
They and I are a contract to which my heart bind.
You are the voice of reason.
Sweet things spoken to the devil's treason.
And I freeze.....
oh how I freeze.....
This is the last step....will you sink....like my doubts in the water
or will take my hand....take flight...and never falter?
When the breath is a task.
Will you do as I ask.
Love me with a meaning.
gut the doubt and leave it bleeding.
unique as it repulsive
your mind is a deadlock
but it is deadly as is it is impulsive.
but I refuse to be your mind-block.
Is it so possible for a thing so beautiful as a wish become my demise.
Do I trade my freedom to those who think themselves wise?
They are just a stationary star.
Which shines light from afar.
If you will....let me be your orbit.
let our love prove something morbid.
be my sun, and allow me around you in rotation.
engorge yourself on my love...
though love it not as obligation.
dream of it as elimination.
You will wake with me...in the morning to come.
I realize my mortality is a page of tome.
but you are a page that last forever.
you be my sun, and I'll be your pleasure.
so fades the night.
of a demon so sly
listening to the lights
of my imperfect cry.
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