Debt

A wound so deep
Should I let it heal?
Towards a kindness I know not..
Towards a love I have not..
Bleak are my prospects.

To let it heal!
The audacity of it!
The blasphemy of it!
For what?
A stale, callous, demented inclusion?

There is no Atonement
There is no joy
A bleak wrap wreathes across my wound
It begs for closure
I refuse!

To let the wound heal
To let it bind..
To undo the agony
My birthright
A merciless harrow to break my soul.

Nothing can fix this
Nothing can undo what is done
Reinterpretation, I reject
A debt owed
Hades will claim his prize

Dying of the Light

I saw his Face that day!
Pieces left upon the fray
Cruelty, they must atone!
By flesh or by broken bone
This is a seed that will be sown!

Do I seek council upon the moor?
Perhaps the gods only know the score
A pity, a face most wonderful?
To end without reason or grace
Why murder my friend in such bad taste?

A withering of mind and soul..
The long death takes it's toll
A candle dying away in wax..
I dither in sullen riposte
The dead are blessed, I do suppose..

Teleology

From a seat of power I cast my stone!
Self deception so that I can atone
Weakness. UNFORGIVABLE!
I leave nothing to chance
God, let me exit this dance!

Why is life so cruel and hollow?
Lead me to make this world fallow
This taste. Metallic and old?
Man's malevolence is the only end
Telos, end, orient, or perhaps distend?

A heart burnt or a heart sought..
Towards an end I know not.
Bleak writings, I rest..
Malevolence at it's very best
I see the end, shrug or protest..

Rosewindow

What would they have been like?

Had they lived up to this day

A dispersed group of rebels or perhaps a family 

The thought grips my mind

Granting it nothing but sorrow

End it now or live until tomorrow? 

To what end, I cry! 

To live another day to die 

Stripped of grace and heart

A wrathful haunt, I am the scorn 

Why was I even born? 

To suffer and die and let out my cry

I will never forgive! 

The end to which I am met.. 

Haunts me daily in my bed

A screaming friend within my head

Torn apart by Man's malice 

A stain within my brain

Carving a rosewindow into it's pane 

I end with nothing to my name.. 

Nothing

I look back and know what was lost

A family lost to nothing

Sacrificed for nothing

Scattered

What solace can I now secure? 

A blank slate is not for me..

I have a memory, an abyss

All that's left is grief

An impermeable chasm between me and them

Produced by nothing

What goodness can I expect

When knowledge of evil is all I know

MALICE! 

A dark forest built for me

Made from the tears of all those I loved

Cast into the abyss, they now fall..

A hell made for them through malice

A malice made for me 

A dark forest to provide me solace

Nothing can be expected beyond this. 

Nothing can be done.