Piece one:
Beckon the timid entity
Thats what is left of me
Shivering in the warmth
The comfort slight as a feather
Edging closer to the nether realm of my own animosity
My chaotic need for pain, lust, a thrust of greed
All that is null of me
Inverted calamity
You come forth from the powers that be
You have no right to be here
Inside of my imagination
My muse My inspiration
But I watch you shadow me over
The crimsoned dove to collapse these unbreakable walls inside of me
A dream
Lost in between the bounds of this life
And the next
Scars pulling apart at the seams
I live without regrets
I die without you
Shy away the knife
Im falling behind
Losing my mind
And all that I had designed for this
Crystalline, Aries-flamed confine
The frayed and tattered
Pulsing
Aged and Engrossing
Unframed photographs of my toxic past
Heaven ablaze in the hearts of us
My darkness will someday dissolve
Stapled to the thick acrylic Krylon type-A paint-hallowed
Cement walls of numberless downfalls
You are free to observe these here
Inside of my pagination
But I cant let you stay long
Dont fret for the hardships will always be near
Ill endure them with you
With me throughout these dustless years
Written by Baz
20 May 2006
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