Tethered Souls by Fallen Engel February 2018

Your ambiance is devouring my being as an eclipse consumes its unknowing devoid target. How did this slow, all-encompassing vapor get inside and braid our ends together? Was it luck of the draw or loneliness that dealt us this unexpected hand. Who sent this intermediary angel to fix such a plague?  See, it’s not each of us just on our own

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but the tethering of desolate lost souls.

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Infinitude of Arcane Souls by Fallen Engel ©️ 2018

With a shattered mind and withered strands of life my sorrow has amplified to very old. I am a seraph with disassembled wings searching for that darkened soul to take the chaos from the fringed black hole. This engel beckons for utterances to be silenced and the final decay to halt. So, as the darkness ebbs upon our timely fusion the wind will have farewells no more.

The Art of Dying by Fallen Engel ©️2017

In the art of dying I wonder how I can forget the path to my grave. All my life’s dreams blur like dark red blood in swirling water. Many millions of moments have led to this one and final stage. As I wait to disappear my lonely soul fuses with the ever dark realm while I wait for the time to behold itself. I’m seeing the swarm of fluttering black butterflies that signify the beginning of the end. With spheres of emotions the murky water is turning to dusk as I prepare for an eternity of a long cold winter.

I, Matriarch by Fallen Engel ©️2017

Let the falcon return to the matriarch and upon his arrival I shall coddle his sharp talons in my pre bloodied palms. Evil one, carefully choose your wings on this endless, starless night. Feel the heavy disharmony of it all as the iron cage clangs and rattles. Such small amusements of the flesh are to be enjoyed by all. Among a sea of whispered chants, I endure the pleasure of being a nobody because the painter of life pastes us together with weak hydrogen bonding.

Lost Youth by Fallen Engel ©️ 2017

Terrestrial angels hovering close to catatonic thoughts. I can over hear a cacophony of dead shrieks outing along the dark horizon. Your reminiscing echoes rush between the swaying trees and spray vocal poisons while under the virgin sky the cruel winds howl while the moon travels on its everlasting path. Wilted rose petals flutter upon old piano keys, as I ask myself, can I dream back my youth, with ease? My hatred simmers as I age away and the ancient one numbers my decrepit days. This is the last breath of forevers alibi as my life is basking in the shadow of goodbye.

Martyrdom by Fallen Engel 2017

My tears cascade like drops of invisible porcelain upon my red cheekbones while the chimerical beast roams through our abandoned ballroom on asylum grounds. The pain of his severed soul is so glorious to behold. The steeple of razors bequeath his crown where once his hat was one of a noble king. Now, suicide is on his decaying throne and martyrdom is not his to behold.

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