There are no words I can use, which you will not misinterpret or abuse. A loose fuse, dying to lose. If there was one thing I could choose, would be to forget the memories, which haunt my thoughts every second I live within this life. There is nothing else contained within this life, which I could use to rhyme. It seems that time has run away from me, and has sought greener pastures without me in it. So, now I am here, with nothing and no one listening loud and clear. How else did you think it was going to end? A red rose, which smells sweet and romantic, or a delusional oppressed mind, running in circles, fragmented and manic? Life is a cycle of sin and sorrow, with no afterthoughts of death tomorrow. Sometimes life just does not rhyme, yet whether or not if it does, we all will eventually run out of time.
Tag: sin
By My Side
Tonight I will sleep with my daemons by my side. Within my dark heart is where they will usually go to hide. There is absolutely nothing left of what was once me. My daemons are curious in the way of how they will never leave me be. There is too much insight for me to see from within. There is not enough clarity for me to know where to begin. It really no longer matters. I find it interesting how most things in life soils, rots, or sours. Can you hear them? Those screams are coming from the inner summonings of my divine nature. My inner summoning’s screams are the hymns of my infernal overture. There are not many things which life left by my side. I thought you would be one of them but I could not decide. Your memories still remain trapped within. It seems I have wasted my life away after yours as I have lived within the ultimate sin. This is why my daemons sleep with me by my side. This is why my life has become a place in which only I can hide. My daemons keep me company just as they keep me safe from my inner burn. Under my flesh the memories of you continue to live within me and it is you for which I yearn.
G.G. Kalfas 