The Heart of my Unending Dark

2014-04-22 04:38 AM

Thee, Seeker of hollow solace,
I blind my sparkling eyes
with the diamonds in thy smile abandoned
to breathe nothingness unto creation
whispering perpetual grief
into the ears of all prophets

For thee I will carry the banners of Hell
to the edges of my hollow walls,
marking the borders in my empire
that I built out of hollow husks
of all the Is that I cut into pieces
and fed to His legions

And in the shadow of Helel's six wings
I've lingered for eternities unforgiving
so that I could witness deicide
when He wrought chaos out of order,
and through his love bestowed upon me
the morning star to grace my golden hair

Out of Judas' bones I made my throne
to sit upon waiting for thy arrival
pondering whether or not thou could witness
the true shape of my scarred face
hidden under a Black Veil
for my tragic love come undone

For indeed there are things to discover,
Ye of unhealthily naive faiths:
the throne I built on lies and betrayal
I built so that I could truly grasp
the beauty and grace of the fallen one's flight
when He lifted his sword towards the heavens high

So enter here, Seeker, and witness
the vastness and awe demonstrating
how grand true love can be
when the Tyrant Maker leaves finally --
so that I and the morning star can be
together, in love, and free

But be warned, Seeker,
this place holds no solace
for the pious and righteous--
this is my kingdom;
this is the heart of my unending dark;
this is madness and my unending laughter

This is no sanctuary, Seeker,
this is the hell I've created,
in which I live in my love's shadow,
degenerated into something unclean:
a crimson monster shackled and chained,
yearning to break free

Yes, yearning to break free,
because I only laugh for real
when I pray for the end of Me

And this is a place
where my cries and laughter
can never stop