BlackfireSilverwolf

I am, so I am not I was, so I will be I hoped, so I despaired I am me, so I will be free Free to be the me I see In every glance, cautiously Calling in the next me That I will see. I flee From images of life That show me as the 'I' I know is not me. But why Must I, the lie of lies, See past the life I live for my Own happiness? For spite, I fear, a dreadful spite To rob all meaning from my life. I listen, yet I do not hear Nor see a kindred soul near Me, to allay my driving fear Of what has faded from the clear Light of what I used to hold dear; That is to say, what I may be Is that which I may never see. For to see wha

What is it that I may yet see? Hidden, as it is, behind this veil, Behind my own temerity, A stifling press of air gone stale, Faded dreams and time cut short, Lost in nothingness. What is it that I may yet hear? Muffled, as it is, beneath emotion Heartfelt. A peal of bells, sounding clear Above my desperate self-commotion, Hinting of a great beyond, Beyond my reach. What is it that I may yet feel? Numbed, as I am, against my pain, Tucked away, burning with fiery zeal, Yet covered by that awful stain Of grief and guilt apparent, Struggling to breath. What is it that I may yet know? Dumbstruck, as I am, apprehension for li

I decided to take a walk tonight, to clear my thoughts. And so I prepared myself. Hat, coat, gloves. I popped my iPod in, letting the music fill me, mixing melodies and rhythm, calming nerves set on edge. I began to fall into the deep weave of the sound, waves of dynamic contrast pulling me forward. I stepped outside. The icy wind bit at me, cruelly, clawing at my meager protection. But I forced my way onward, into the failing brightness. My steps matched the tempo flowing through my head. Right, left. One, two. The wind tore at my flesh, desperate to ruin my focus. A battle built, crescendo, climbing higher. Music, cold, lyrics, freezing,

Insubstantial Yet essential Quintessential Function mental Thoughts are fleeting Losing meaning Light receding Dark yet leading Black concreteness Broken, seamless Blank completeness Scattered neatness Now explicate Conglomerate Substantiate Annunciate

Throwing together my ideal ideology, A mix theology, biotechnology, Archaeology. It's my ancient history See through the mystery Decipher the cipher of my sly numerology. What's past has at last held fast to my last Image of being Seeing and fleeing Away from the gray that you say is the way To peace and prosperity, happy posterity, Devoid of the cloying miasma that plagues us. Yet all I can see is Collision Derision Allusions of collusions Contusions Confusion Conclusions of illusions Electrocution. Shocked Straight into a prison block Blocked from the rock in which I set stock To stock This town, unwound and beat do

Here I am, Present Yet forgotten amongst the ruins. Gears grinding, promising progress Within a false family of vultures, United to find greater spoils. I see myself, Infinitesimal And inconsequential amongst the towers. Fragile foundations based blasphemously Upon a land of lecherous lies, Soon to crumble, tumbling down. Here I am, Invisible Yet suffocating amongst the ruins. Cataclysmic crashes toppling towers Upon a foundation foolishly forgotten, Falling to bury righteous and sinful alike.

How Emotions Influence Actions It's tragic, the extent to which actions are influenced by emotion. For emotions are based off memories, and memories are always in the path. By acting out what we feel, we doom ourselves to forever repeat the past. So wherein lies the solution? Are we safe within a shell of apathy, or are emotions too intrinsic to our human person to live without? The continuance of feelings suggest that emotions are natural. However, is this sad cycle of the past also natural? Is it good or evil? If it is indeed natural yet evil (if such a thing can truly even exist), then what obligation do we as humans have concerning wha

The Vortex consumes all we see. It is unthinking, unchanging, all-powerful. Emotions fade Like season, And friends pass by Quickly. Yet still, forever, trudge we Onward. The Vortex will never depart. Escape is impossible. Though we tary, ever downward is our path, torn asunder From our desire The Vortex has unimaginable strength. Resistance shan't last, Futility in full, Endless pulling, Never ebbing, Dragged eternally Toward the core The Vortex unites all. Central strength draws Together. What was separate is now One, Turning nightmare to joy. The Vortex. It is not bad, It is not good; It has a lesson to teac

Ripped apart and cast aside Tossed away, a worthless whore Stupid shit, not worth the fight Crawling back to beg for more Demon's ally, Satan's friend Advocate of total sin Slash and burn it, bring the end Faithless morals cannot win Haunting spector, fearful wight Torturing my silent dreams Judgment passed, but it's not right Evil is not what it seems Little fucker, spineless bitch Dragged along like deadened weight Now I am wrong, I've been bewitched And I've become the one I hate