I am a souless whisper,
that no one hears.
black, creeping death,
come to kill the first one born.
So it is writen, so it shall be done.
Seventh son of a seventh son.
I am everyman, I am noone.
Created by God, Ruler of men.
The World is my domain
Hell, is where I rein.
I would not serve in light
So I rein in the darkest night.
Love is a deadly poison,
For hate incarnate, the devils son.
Silence in the darkness.
What do you hear in nothingness?
I hear the hounds of hell.
They are snapping at my heals.
I can hear them now hells bells.
Nothing can relieve it nothing will heal.
Pour a soothing balm on the wounds.
A temporary fix, A sweet drug.
Ambrosia going down I'll sleep soon.
All I sought was all encompasing love.
Passion burned bright, and burned out.
Silence in the cold darkness.
I hear the hounds and see the abyss.
My bright candle has gone out.
I follow the spirit wind, drifting on the current.
My life, is chaotic, a fierce swirling, torrent.
darkness and light mingle, becoming one.
my life, between a bright full moon, and a warm sun.
There is order in chaos, in the swirling thoughts.
the colors, mingle, beautiful art, is got,
from the mass, insurection, revolution.
This rhyme is an ordered solution,
to the disarray, of the colors in my mind.
I smell colors, and see sound, I walk behind,
instead of foward, life passes in reverse.
There is divine order in the universe.
I live deep in the savage garden,
Where choas brings order, and the world widens.
A savage beauty in a savage garden.
Pure truth is brutal and never kind.
Mercury rises shinning so bright.
Symbol of a brutal beauty's etheral light.
Mother of seven, love was a chain,
you broke free, and ran to the moutains.
Mother nature your solace, in immortality.
brute strength, of mind and spirit, A savage beauty.
Truth and beauty, within you live, deep inside.
From you, truth and beauty cannot hide.
A savage beauty on this savage earth
one gave you a gift, for all it's worth.
With a cold mind, and a warm heart.
you make truth and beauty, an art.
Sinking deeper into divine despair
I am empty, lost, darkness is near
like a theif in the night it robs me of sleep
in my dreams I fear,I weep
Dreams of the distant past
and of a future that will not last.
Sinking deeper, I will be consumed in darkness
Sinking deeper, I am fading into nothingness
sinking deeper, I reach out to you
and call your name do you not hear, my cries
"the gates of hell shall not prevail."
I'm awakened by voices of angels whispering
"beware the time is now it is near.
awake, prepare, do not fear."
Blind justice sits on an unbalanced scale
Fire rains down from heaven like hail
Sinking deeper, I will be consumed in darkness.
Sinking deeper, I am fading into nothingness
Sinking deeper, I reach out to you
and call your name, do you not hear my cries?
"the gates of hell shall not prevail."
the price of this war is too high
I am alone in divine madness
seeking truth in a world of lies
save me from despair
this pain I can no longer bare.
Sinking deeper, I will be consumed in darkness.
Sinking deeper, I am fading into nothingness,
Sinking deeper, I reach out to you
I call your name, do you not hear my cries?
"the gates of hell shall not prevail."
Be my life line
my love, my darling
before I fade, to black.
Truth is light,
Beauty bright
I see its reflection
in this stained glass section
A white Winged angel,
Presents a lily to a virgin
"Hail Mary full of grace..."
I see bright colors, red and blue
Pale reflections of heavens hues
Reflections of truth and God's pure light
Prisms of night in full moonlight
To have and to hold
A kiss so cold.
till Death do us part,
marriage in art.
I see through this glass darkly.
Caught at a crossroad,
wondering which way to go.
Followed a train of thought.
And now here I am caught,
Wondering which path to choose.
I followed this flighty muse,
she left me here at the crossroad.
With not a single word or direction to go.
Metaphor, Similie no lierary device,
the muse left me without her service.
So here I sit at the crossroads,
thinking what lesson do I need to know.
Should I ask the rhyming tree?
Maybe she could help me see.
Resting in this garden of darkness.
Loosing all my blessings.
Someone threw me a life line,
but I missed it this time.
In agony I cry Let the cup pass by
Suffering in silence I ask why
Struggling now to reach the light.
I fear I am loosing this fight.
My soul is withering and old.
My passion once hot has grown cold.
In agony I cry Let this cup pass by,
Suffering in silence I ask why
A demon invades my mind and heart.
He tempts disguised as beauty's art.
A serpant he cunningly slithered in,
Leaving me here in deep depression.
In agony I cry Let the cup pass by,
suffering in silence I ask Why
Asking the tree to stay here with me,
but an hour here in Gethsemene.
Depart from me now Demon of my mind.
Trouble my heart no more you swine.
In Agony I cry let this cup pass by
suffering in silence I ask why.
An ecumenical vision.
Young teens scream, and drunkards piss,
on the steps, in unison.
The end is near, delighted laughter.
are you ready for the here after?
A man plays a tune on crystal glasses.
A drum beats for the general masses.
A symphony of lost souls, come to rest,
on their way, to the bar that's nearest.
Behold the lamb of God is within
stone walls, and cold marble.
I sit ,a lost soul ,bearing witness, taking in.
on the steps of Saint Louis, is a spirit musical.
Round and round in circles I go.
Begining at the illusatory end,
and ending where I imagine, began.
"Ring around the rosies
A pocket full of posies
ashes ashes we all fall down"
A child's game, a child's dream.
Round and round in circles we go.
Faster faster bloody Mary knows.
Bloody Mary Bloody Mary Bloody Mary.
Say it three times it's real scarey.
"Ring around the rosies,
pocket full of posies
ashes ashes we all fall down."
Look in a mirror
what do you see?
I see a horror
staring back at me.
"ring around the rosies
pocket full of posies,
ashes ashes we all fall down."
Round and round we go.
a pocket full of rosaries
"Hail mary full of grace...."
Do you see the tears on her face?
bloody Mary Bloody Mary Bloody Mary
I'm so weary you're not scarey.
begining at the illusitory end.
ending right back where it began.
The Heart once full must be emptied.
once emptied, must become numb.
The Worst of times, the best of times.
Pictures flash of friends long and recent
Like a movie, playing out all my life's scenes
Looking back, upon the past.
I grew up way too fast.
Watching all I love fade away.
I wish I could save time in a bottle.
Illusions shattered by the light of day.
Truth crashed in, to kill the lie.
That was the day part of me died.
another part of the whole gone.
A small piece there, a section of heart here,
Soon it will take apart my soul.
It may already have started.
Depression the first signs of the battle,
within, mind heart and eventually soul.
Emptiness abounds and time is a theif
that robs us of all joy, nothing is forever,
not friendship, not love, eternity is a lie.
Immortality, the stuff of mad writers,
with overactive imaginations.
Still despite the loss I dream,
of tommorrow and tomorrow.
lining up my heart for another blow of sorrow.
Someday there will be nothing left,
of heart, mind and soul.
I wish I could save time in a bottle.
Then atleast the emptiness could be filled.
All writing and art © Lady Absinthe.