

November 23rdColor my emotions to paint a picture dull. For thoughts these are of sighs.November 23rd
Limitless are my eternal laments- Wrath upon which your memories lie.
The garlands of shame are hung, as autumns gray solace dwells the year. Beating pulse of disgust- throbbing your essence to a tear.
Vestal and pale-a souls sorrow prevails. The souls pining to feel the soothing rain; Waiting for the tiller of sin to give amends for the atrocities of the pitiless pain.
So may the sighs of a saint go unheard, while my sparks of life lose faith and diminish. Beho


Sea Shore of SinWhen the night casts its sorrowful lament,Sea Shore of Sin
I turn aside in my slumber.
Upon the shore, my sea-shore- shells adorn, and lay remembrance; And the waves crash in applause, to the sanctity of silence- And each wave, cascading and receding... emotions with a breath push a tear.
The stars like to shine And I know I will watch.
It is then the air turns plush, And bitterness is a vexation on ambiance.
Lofty breeze encouraged by sighs- Pity allowed by all moons eyes. Night ‘tis a eulogy to the chapters prior... No doubt. Turn th


At the StakeGrey, whirling, blowing cold, leaden, and somber, the sky above. My head falls forward pulling my perception down to the horizon. Surrounded on all sides by stone, concrete, brick buildings with straw and wood roofs. For a moment silence descends over me, over everything, its ominous, causing me to pull forth a deep breath. I erect my body and feel my restraints dig into the raw seeping flesh of my wrist. I exhale, feeling my weight return with the escape of the breath. In, out, in, out. So sick it made me, as if I’m being risen only to be dropped. I turn my attention to my zenAt the Stake
Eventhough you'll not see this for a while, I love you NoahJones!
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