I’ll be the chains that set you free.

I’d offer up my limbs to get you.

I’d roll to your porch and I know you’d lift me up. Limbless. But full of life. Because that’s how my soul was when you found it.

Limbless, and lifeless. You breathed a new life into me.
And now that I have you. I wouldn’t lose you.

I’d keep your soul for mine. Switch out our hearts so frequently you wouldn’t know which was which.

I’d keep you forever. By my side and inside my soul. Let my heart beat inside you while you nurture and protect my soul.

Let the sun fade out into the darkness leaving not a trace of happiness. Then look inside yourself to find all you need.

My soul will guide you. Bind you and set you free. My love will own you and with what I own, I shall buy us a life.

Moments of despair, there shall be none. In moments of sorrow I shall bare my soul.

Let the light from what was once hollow until you touched it, now repay you and fill your own.
No one will ever understand what we are. What we feel what we know who we made each other.

No one will come to our aid when we’re down. They won’t have to, we won’t be.

Every last ounce of energy in me, I shall burn out to lift you to safety o’ love.

Everything I do now on shall be me. I need to be selfish and I need to be free.

Don’t worry my love we’re still meant to be. What I leave behind; you shall not see. For you are more than a part of me.

You are my soul, my sorrow.

My whole, my hollow.

My angel, my gospel.

My flame and my fame.

My reason and delusion. My mission and devotion.

My sleaze and my keys. The keys to the Windows of the true world.
The only world that matters. The world where you and I are me and you.

Where you are me and I am you. Where we are us and they’re all we have.

Hypnotise me and lead me away from the truth. Your lies I shall conquer and turn to a book.

A book we shall worship and follow till dawn. When old and hungover, we fall to our end.

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Red Rage

He felt it, even as he looked into the lifeless eyes of the one he’d hated for so long. It should have been over, it should have filled the hole inside of him, satiated his lust to put an end to this adversary…

It had been a while since he had gotten some sleep, quite a while. But he did dream. His dreams were all he had. The lucidity of the dreams was disturbing at times, but he’d gotten used to it. Sometimes, he could go into a state of conscious dreaming, and it was just as easy and just as mundane as flipping a switch. No one understood what had happened, neither the ones who cared, nor the ones who tried. It just seemed like he’d stopped living his own life, chasing after the dreams someone else had shown him.

There are times in one’s life when one relies on instinct, prays for it to be right, and carries on. Such was the mistake he made when he went against all good reason and had faith in his emotion. Belief. Believe in something for only as long as it doesn’t hold your head down in water and politely ask you to breathe. Believe in something for only as much as your shredded soul can take. Believe in something only when you are not the only one left to believe.

He had made peace with the fact that the events of the past would repeat themselves, and he would just let it happen. Maybe because he liked the pain or because he wanted to fight it. Only, it wasn’t that simple. There was more, there was someone trying to snake his way through and snatch away what little he had left of that emotion. This he could not tolerate. He finally knew hate.

For someone who’d spent his whole life trying to love, this change infested itself in his charred heart and spread like a cancer until it took control of his actions. All he needed was a little motivation, a little something to let him justify to himself, the reason for going this far, to justify taking a life. He needed it, needed this to put an end to his misery. He had changed. The soul that was now lost would have condemned the thought, castigated it…

Sending someone into the realm of the unknown,

With words of glory and hatred his own,

Walked right out of the arms of an angel,

Into the depths of hell, and back again.

Blocked out the sun and starry skies,

Lost in the haze a thousand lies,

And in a moment did he forget,

The soul of a wretch was all he’d slain.

He had to lose, and lose he did,

To live without a soul; the highest he had bid,

And now he walks among those who see,

With eyes burnt out and souls that bleed.

The fire in the pit could burn,

A million angels in its turn,

But at the end not one regret,

All feeling lost, naught within his soul was left.