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Resting Place for the GardenerMust I remind you as we travel down this darkening path That you cannot hide from the horrors of your past It is here on this trail that they shall confront and destroy you Here on this path, that your heart can lead to your doomResting Place for the Gardener
The weighing will commence and how much will it tell Will the sins etched on your soul condemn you to hell? Are the deepest and darkest of your fears coming out Does the pain that rips you apart make you shout?
Alas, the results, the blinded judge is shaking his head, Do not think you’ll be better since you’re dead See how the scale
by ~ScreamingTeaKettle
PlagueDregs of hope lay withered and soaked At the bottom of a half empty glass Visions of grandeur are progressively choked As I see that I am just a piece of ass Another set of lips to press against yours Another body to fill the spot in your bed I love you, you use me Get out of my head I want to rid my mind of your poison But the taste is so damned sweet Like a cheap wine from bottom shelf Forgotten and so unpopular Too out of date or bland to suit the pallet of your entourage I serve a purpose, fill my quota And then my job is done, like the peel of a fruit ThePlague
by ~ScreamingTeaKettle
Excavation of the Human BeingI will close your eyes for you, hide you Before rigor mortis claims your lashesExcavation of the Human Being
Pretty eyes Always hide, behind two flaps of skin What is flesh But clothes we don to hide immortal sin?
An incision away, Tainted hearts sell our secrets, and Lepidopterous remains in shallow pitted stomachs Leave treasure clues to emotion’s obscurity
Remove the skull and peel back the excess skin Count the cogs always churning, devising deviance Curving, lobed oracles speak less of truth but listen To heavy breathing, stifled cries The subject’s heart F
by ~ScreamingTeaKettle
LabyrinthEvery corner turned, is a faceless silhouette Every skeptical promise, is another one unkept This world is like a labyrinth, full of twists and turns And the one who led the way, strays from paths I yearnLabyrinth
On this trail, we delve deeper, shunning from the light Until I turn to find my guide abandoned me to night Every time I look behind me, to find my way back home Dark visions torment me, and the blackness I felt has grown
And in harmony, the maze dims, the darkness settles in It swallows consciousness and hope, as the air grows thin The path I once wandered alone, sudd
by ~ScreamingTeaKettle
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