a pagan's pyrexia

what happened...
running off with your heathen friends, skipping through
enchanted meadows of indulgence, and now
the sky, swiftly a shade of black.
the dark humor sifts into the air, and
your breath stale as the bitter wind
uncertain, no direction. only
every direction appealing
"in the moment."

the sin, caked around your ankles
pulling ligaments and stretching
your tolerance just so far.
so far, so near to your death.
what is unfamiliarity, truly your
best under those pastels
green and blue and
crimson red.

please, forgive me.
forgive you? please.
a chuckle for a cry,
when needed an escape
from your own fate you
sealed by an obstinate heart.

The stubbornness of this life,
exploding into existence as
a product of our ignorance
for weakness.

Crescent moon, cresting
over in shadows reflecting
the gloom.
Day sinks,
Night floats,
Good is gone,
and you're the aftermath.

1/12/2010

The "Nothing" in stanza 3 doesn't refer to "everything." it is an illusion to 'you' who thought that reality was nothing, but it was actually reality. idk if that makes sense, haha.

Just some thoughts...
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Desire,
a play on feelings
you're the lead.
Dancing and singing
morale into a simple song,
you know the tune,
and you love every
cadenced beat.

Flashing lights,
a rave inside your
heart, a break down
hard on the dance
floor. Nothing exists,
except this moment
under heavy breath
and the euphoria of
lunacy. Mind under
matter, up and above
what matters most
to you, but the rising
sun shines down.
It's all over,
It's all over.

Nothing is reality.
a repercussion of a
night unforgivable and
contrite, wasted into
your memory.
feeling is now believing,
no doubt, an oath
you would rather
worship.

Betray your religion,
you hypocrite.
A Him you've lost
with your reasoning.
Clutch the remnants of
a safeguard proverb.

A consolidate
cosmos, you are
your own God
now.

Are you happy now?