One last time
My fingers outline
The stories told in the face
Of my mind's divine
Under palms I read history
Through your eyes we are glassed
Our lives lived in seconds
Through the pulse of our past
Though sewn at the soul
Padomay picks at the threads
Your touch, my last sense
Goodbye, my last breath
Added by Legion on August 19, 2016 at 2:06pm — No Comments
We'll meet again, you and I,
Before we are reborn,
When black wings blot the sky
And we're called by Valour's Horn.…Continue
Cycles are endless and unbroken.
Such are many things.
From caterpillar to moth,
From day to night,
From Dark to Light,
The world is destined to…Continue
Sequel to The Man
Soul bound in chains,
My body my bane.
I don’t want this,
Only a taste of bliss,
Stare into the…Continue
Flock to worship at the altar
Of bones picked dry
By the hands of man
Who opened the veins to bathe us in blood of kin
In the name of sin
The almighty I
Repeat our fate of nuclear fire
When we consume ourselves
For fleeting power
You held our fate without a clue
Held the broken reflections of self to be true
Now you are but scraps
And we pick through you too
We Die a little Every Day
We watch ourselves Wash Away
So we drift on solar winds of time,
haunted victims of an intolerable crime
Into a future unknown and uncertain,
We do our best to pull back the curtain
Of fate which shrouds your vision and mine,
Before us each a mountain to climb
Laughing at destiny with feigned derision,
Doomed to repeat the worst decision.
The end is coming I think for me,
Like an answer to a heartfelt plea
To that final day with longing I…Continue
Echoes resound throughout every hall.
Reflections fade, but not fast enough.
My house is so empty,
Whiterun is so empty,
Skyrim is so empty.
We fought off…Continue
A drag of a cigarette ‘cross the pain an’ wound,
I sit here wonderin’ what’ll happen.
I’m safe from raiders and invaders in here.
My own vault, nothing to…Continue
Added by Lyall on July 24, 2016 at 6:57pm — No Comments
Corpses lay scattered like autumn leaves,
As if blown from a tree in a cold winter's breeze.
Summer is a memory now lost in fall's freeze,
And spring seems as hopeless as man's futile pleas.
This is the Season Unending and mankind's disease,
And we stand at the vanguard with no words to appease.
I know the futility of our useless deeds,
Yet I continue to speak with growing unease.
Our actions are deafening and drown out the sound,
All I see are echoes,
All I hear are reflections.
Light may shine, but it
Divines might bless, but they
paws to ground, snout to sky
scent cross past, deer nearby.
chase, chase, play the game
sword aside, clothes the same.
earth, air, water, spray
follow markers straight to prey.
rip, tear, flesh to teeth
meal was fast, now quick and brief.
next, a man, but not like me
hears no wrong, to blind to see.
chase, chase, play the hunt
ram his chest, smash his front.
the meats he holds, I will not…Continue