Aesthetic Values Of Unknown Proportions

by Aesthyrian   Oct 24, 2005


Sometimes I cannot help let it run
Years of my life spent walking by death
Unclaimed like baggage at an airport
Icecycles clinging to my lip from my breath

My true appearance Shrouded by these scars
As if ravaged by time itself through wars

Aesthyrian Steps up nex to me
And I wish once more, to have him within me
To feel his love once again
To have someone needing me

Has it really been so long?
So many lives past that I was raped?
All those children lay dead...
Darkened wings lie draped

To see those people...
so closely related to I...
Killing thousands upon thousands
endless numbers of children die...
... At my hands

Unsure of my sin...
They took him away
Locked him into a grave
There to this day I wander about
Seeking him out
Or that of my lost love...
So pale... Long darke hair..
The morning I awoke to her beside me
Both In flesh and soul

... As I turn to embrace her...
She slowly fades away

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