Such a sweet smell of agony and discomfort we feel as our lives flash before our eyes... The striking motions of a snakes hiss places the fear that subsides inside us all as we walk forward in a path of life...
The body dies and rots away in hell as the soul tries desperately to travel onward, praying and hoping desperately to find the comfort or solace it was so rightly promised in death.

Death; the comfortable sting of scorpions, slowly feeling the poison drag down the eyes of a weary traveler wandering aimlessly across a valley of nothing gained, and nothing lost.


Physicality's, weaknesses of a human race that should not belong.... graces granted to an insignificant manifestation of selected millions that closet the fact that they fear what they cannot have enough of....


Trouncing around like a parading sheep, masked inside a clan of wolves; shaking inside until the sweet stench of sweat explodes from every pore known. completely waterless, standing in a field of liquid with no straw.
It is only until all is released and there is nothing physical left that the overwhelming feeling of

desertion overtakes the rotting stench and decaying flesh hovering below a floating mass of nothing...


A premonition, a feeling, a thought, a memory as the internals break down and give way to essence of time and fate. a flash, a concept, a misery once remembered, and never forgotten. Like an elder lying in wait of helplessness and weakness to succumb the sad truth.
Death becomes us all; it is only when all hope is lost and all ambition is only a dream a t a moment in time that we show our true horrors... A song, so sweetly song unto the night as a bird would dance around a moth for the taking, knowing nothing outside of the pain it feels while the hunger breeds and bellows from within,
like a constant memory of what is to come in the future. the pain of death, a horrible fate that no one can feel and see until chosen by him himself....


It is a fate that no one will understand... until it comes to them like a dream, wandering lost in a sea of despair and desolation.


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Her smell... Oh... her smell....

A fume so intoxicating it could have asphyxiated you on contact... God damn I hate the fucking smell; a simple reminder of hardships long since endured.... Love lost more then once.

She was a memento, a piece on the wall as plain to the eye now as a piece of lint passed over daily. Every brush of the broom simply shuffles it around some, never ridding itself of its burden...

"tryst??"

Sigh, i must be day dreaming again, I knew better then to lay into that tangled web, the........ light it would evoke...
Her hair lightly moves, pearlescent and the snow in her kingdom, as soft as the sheets laid down before me... Her every motion was a repituar cycle that would never end, god please. don't let it end, heart beat flutter soft as if to comfort you with simply a sound.....

"TRYST?"

I fight what I know is to come next, pulling away like a stray sheep pleading to be let go of and allowed to die on his own with the other wolves... Fighting blind deaf and limbless on a field of bloodshed and carnage....

Green.. So simple words to solve a riddle I had been trying to stop bouncing off the walls of my head for millennia now... Sapphires glisten under the moonlight stars and declared sky that horizontally stand above us...
Too late; locked into an abyss from which to never return from or survive by again... I have fought so many wars, taken so many lives in the sake of others names, I had forgotten what it was like to fend for myself... Cant.... mo.... I want to break and shatter what I envision before me as I succumb deeper and deeper into my crystillic prison.....

no use, her eyes send a pain so deep into my throat that it closes up and gags my every motion, my eyes are flooding now and gazes interchange gazes interchange hopelessness and weakness... I swore... I swore I would die before anything ever happened. even if I took my own life need be..... her... eyes......



those... brown.... STOP!!! Snap the fuck back please.. god please I beg you now, I have served in so many names and taken so many forms, simply release me... If this was my prison I wanted freedom for one final last stance on my own.... with you



I swim inside that chiasmic oceans, breeding warm water and rocky embankments for me to rest... I cant take my vision off it.....



Before I realize it all hits me as if a car were to bend its way around my body and touch from the force. So soft, feather-like; I have no control now, it has been this way every time I encounter her and every time I encounter her from hern out as well. I melt as my stone heart beats one more breath just to peel its self apart in a bloody RAGE just of spite...
One more kiss off before it resides back into rock again, dying simply as quick as it came... Fingers glide down my running cheeks and expel breath of reassurances and bliss that all is not lost, Events will pan out the way the cards lay, and as they should......

For what's more torment..... Then in a photograph
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I am a harborer of death... I will kiss your lips one last time to allow you the taste of sorrow in your heart before it breaks... I am the dark unknown at night that comforts you to sleep when it seems like the night has turned on you... I am what wakes you up in the middle of the night that makes you feel unsatisfied, that is the lack of my presence you feel, you crave...


Smoking your cig just to feel my presense. worry not.. for a i am not far my dear. I will cradle you in my arms and protect you when you stray, i will sit inside my shadows and watch you turn away, as your world bleeds grey. I am the voice you hear in your head when your soul tries to escape, reasoning to it to help keep you in place... Control you not, andi WILL crave nothing of, just the bliss inside your heart that has turned black and blue from wear and abuse....

Hold you back The fear that resides behind your eyes and clouds your view to see more then your forwards.... I am.. the thing in the dark who haunts and torments all that overpowers you and tries to bring you down.... All you need do, is call my name into the echos of the black and i will appear from Nowhere, I.... Have.. your back... I am aTryst, aTryst Eidolon..... That is my creed.



So heed my words cause they hold the power within,
to break down and strip away walls
you created in your synn...



No judgement to pass,
no stones to turn over.

Just sitting up high,
Your face as my clover.

All your deeds,
your past, and your future.
could scare me not.
i will cut your sutures..



So be strong little creature from the dark
i will light your way,
just to watch ice melt off yourn heart.

No intentions unpure,
no words too unkind, too unkind,
From now until forever.....
No matter if your mine.

I watch from my hell
created by thee
to haunt my dreams,
and taunt me in sleep.



But the life of ghost.
is a hard one indeed

when you live such a life
where youll never be freed.

So until the end of time,
i will watch them grow and die...

For this is my pennance,
And my gift to mankind.

wrongfully labeled, and blackend from guilt.. I sit on my throne, inside my world full of silt. I hurt all the time, and my heart wants to break... Feelings i cant fight, issues i cant shake... But it makes me stronger, and better within. living in my castle, with nothing.... but my synn..... I am condemed to hell, with no hope of being saved, destined to work there... from the cradle to the grave.... So only time will note for me, and in time will fucking tell....



If you would take my hand... and still walk with me in hell......?