Post by soulfir3 on Sept 30, 2006 14:52:01 GMT -6
I stood at the edge of your abyss
consumed with the thought of your embrace
Blind to the jagged claws which ripped my soul
shredding the delicate veins of my life hold
I waded, knee deep into your appearance
not willing to see the blackened shadows
That lingered, whispered
fed upon my heart
I stood at the edge of your abyss
and stared into the hollow maw, which was yours
Numb with acceptance, too tired to flee
aching with need of you, angered at my self reliance
Feeling your hands mould, manipulate
clay like I became, your heat my substance
Releasing into the black anger, bubbling
tremors seethe through my complete being
The abyss, which is you
swallows me whole
I stood at the edge of your abyss
pools of time, reflect back at me
I am held still, forgetting who I am
why it is, that I have arrived at this point
You feed from me,
your own greed leaving me thirsty, malnourished
Of life itself
your fingers delve between my muscle and vein,
Infusing yourself to me
the black trail of your deception seeps inside
The hollow echo I hear, lingers
louder, clearer
I stood at the edge of your abyss
and felt myself once more fall
Fool am I for believing that the words you spoke
were true
The last strangled breath of my soul
escapes, barely
My heart torn and shredded with your hurtful abuse
you eyes choose not to see
And my soul screams in a silent plea
I stood at the edge of your abyss
lost, once more in the pits of your
Black, fiery hell
consumed with the thought of your embrace
Blind to the jagged claws which ripped my soul
shredding the delicate veins of my life hold
I waded, knee deep into your appearance
not willing to see the blackened shadows
That lingered, whispered
fed upon my heart
I stood at the edge of your abyss
and stared into the hollow maw, which was yours
Numb with acceptance, too tired to flee
aching with need of you, angered at my self reliance
Feeling your hands mould, manipulate
clay like I became, your heat my substance
Releasing into the black anger, bubbling
tremors seethe through my complete being
The abyss, which is you
swallows me whole
I stood at the edge of your abyss
pools of time, reflect back at me
I am held still, forgetting who I am
why it is, that I have arrived at this point
You feed from me,
your own greed leaving me thirsty, malnourished
Of life itself
your fingers delve between my muscle and vein,
Infusing yourself to me
the black trail of your deception seeps inside
The hollow echo I hear, lingers
louder, clearer
I stood at the edge of your abyss
and felt myself once more fall
Fool am I for believing that the words you spoke
were true
The last strangled breath of my soul
escapes, barely
My heart torn and shredded with your hurtful abuse
you eyes choose not to see
And my soul screams in a silent plea
I stood at the edge of your abyss
lost, once more in the pits of your
Black, fiery hell
Soul
