On The path to Decay


Inspired by : the path to decay by sirenia


No cure for the broken heart after the sun sets in the damp sea

The blazing pieces of my heart lose path as hope fades for me

My feet are steadily driven by despair heading for the tombs

Falling and embracing the darkness as humanity torches to fumes

In the silence of the darkness with both arms clutched

Around my body, I claimed by shadow and darkness touched

Leave no trace of my old life as I venture to the land of the dead

“no remorse and no redemption” my moto in life has been said

The sun sets for once and for all as I head to my resting bed

The call of darkness has risen in me a unique feeling

And I am proud of blindly following it, blazing

As I walk through the death gates demons play the symphony of destruction

The dark wonderers hold me in their arms feed on my past of humiliation

Long nails play with my hair as life loses its taste

Who could care about light while knowing the dark is his fate?

The pain is to be savored especially after dealing with the life’s shit

And now the dark longing, desire in my own body was been lit

The calling turns to an unstoppable craving

As you walk the path to decay and surrender willing

The desire is addicting and the feeling it urges is unique

The pure power of satisfaction, you’re no more weak

I’ve lived- merely a satisfactory life, but now I rise

Rejecting all the bullshit I’ve been fed, all the lies

Darkness has created all those verses

Dare to doubt me and I shall cast you with curses

The living soul has joined the dead and rebelled on the master

Dying by embracing the dark, and rising even stronger

She was the first but will never be the last. Last but not least

She will bring doom to earth, even heaven will tremble beneath her feet

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Comments 4 comments

ralwus 7 years ago

So foreboding dear. Well, it's a good poem, just so, so dark.


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Uriel 7 years ago from Lebanon Author

Hehe...couldn't help it C, there was no electricity again and it was as hot as a stove..So yeh very dark but i hope it didn't ruin your day LOL...Glad to see you stop by :D


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Nikkij504gurl 6 years ago from Louisiana

very dark :)


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Uriel 6 years ago from Lebanon Author

Dark is my favorite part of life

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