My Own Death

See what you hath done to me;
O'er the course of a day.
Deeper than the abyss,
And longer than an arctic night;
I have waited for you,
Seen the untamed horror
Of Satan's daunting eyes.

What dear girl, do you say;
In any possible dimension
Of Eternities grasp I cannot breathe.
Gripping the cliffs of gold,
Holding for another life,
My last day.

I hope to live and wish for it,
But what shall God allow for an untrained soldier;
One with cruelty in his honorful heart.
A place of virtue,
And good nature to all those below.
Watch me beg for mercy;
To retrieve my once great soul,
Returning to God’s right hand;
Lifting upon my shoulders
And cry as my watchful eye learns of the despair
Within the sidious trace of the earth.

Will time show o'er this day,
Dear Lord on high,
Bring forth the chariots of fire
To torch the watered beast,
And clean the darkness
From the coal black streets.
What has come before
Will soon pass to night,
Water rushing in;
Driving pain to the utmost depths
Of the soul of a man.

Killing every cell and pressing strengths
To the past—
Trying to strive is what I call this pain,
A triumph of nature
And an unspoken word of God’s hands.

Does he watch,
Me in my fall from the clouds;
A disastrous time from the golden gates.
Oh, Heaven—
Deity of the uninspired dream,
And muse to the arts.
Why do you punish me with this gift?
An open wound—
That tears the flesh from my breast.
How sweet the sound would be to hear,
When the birds sing that sound
As you’re each footstep rumbles the heavens
With shattering thunder that bruises the sky.
And keeps me from my freedom.

Dear Muse;
Dear God;
Dear Holy Inspiration—
That drives me to Satan's side,
Keep me from Trinity
For it hath seen my eye,
And knows my ways,
To reach your soul.
Understanding you more is what I need,
Sweet girl—
My love for time.

How can I dream of you,
When I have not known your heart,
A place of sacred order—
In a world of unsociable abilities
Why try to burn a hole,
Where nothing hath lived before.
Dear sweet girl?
Try to love me and I shall
Open the heavens for you
To show my passion,
And declare a right to give up.
For this and other plays on words like it,
Has brought nothing, but pain in all forms;
I can no longer hold the agony
And crippling weeps,
That welcome themselves to my heart.

With no barrier to stop them
The will to live, I have lost today,
And give myself to hell from heaven
Which has been born in my
Unlawful times.
As I say good day to you,
And watch my time as it passes to the beyond.