"An Overview of Damnation in E Minor"

There is no sun today.
As I take my first steps into the street, only to see the dim hint of
flame.
I've got this regret built up inside of me.
And I am the only one, who can see.
This eats my insides.
Though I am alright, to confide.
My mind races with a million thoughts.
And only if you were the one I caught.
I've been dreaming of a day like this.
And now the world ends, and I am dismissed.
I can't recall exactly your face.
And I cannot recall exactly the place.
But I know this for sure.
For me there is no cure.
It is you, the poison who did this to me,
And in the end, everyone will see.
What it is like, to murder a loved one.
And feel the remorse, and feel so undone.
I've been racing down this dimly lit street for hours now.
And I'm afraid I've been here before, but I really don't know how.
My life is precast in a dream state.
Thanks to premediation, I will never be late.
Oh how the Church is dark without an angel like you.
Never would I have guessed, this pain would ring so true.
Massive wooden doors, bolted and pressed.
As the Bride lies dead, in her once white dress.
I can barely make out the groom, his head in his hands.
As I feel the evil weave in its deceptive strands.
That could be me, I suppose.
Perhaps it is me, under those clothes.
I've crashed through the doors, and there is nothing to see.
The church is black, to someone like me.
The pastor stands still and appears cold.
I yell forgive me pastor, for I am not that old.
I have something to confess.
I've created quite the mess.
It is her I adore.
Not the one on the floor.
She is dead to me.
As you can see.
And I stand tall.
Recovered from the fall.
Please I ask for you to forgive my sins.
My son he says, with a mischeivious grin.
It appears it is too late, for one to be saved.
And to me it seems, there is no possible way.
For my son, God is not here today.

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Nobody really informed me of this, so these are basically just shots in
the dark, old work of mine, inspired by my failed relationship. I
suppose the majority of my past work went from anger to sadness and in
the end concluded in defeat, the above is one of the earlier ones
detailing the anger, below details defeat.

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"In Conclusion - VII"

I've determined the heart of destruction lies within the beauty of
ignorance.
As the earth rotates, I have discovered that it does not center upon
you.
The screaming within my head drowns out the sound of the stereo, and
these speakers bleed the blood of your name.
I've crushed everything I used to be, but the rubble still breathes
defeat.
The water in my lungs doesn't feel as good as the ocean used to.
I'm drowning in my own sorrow, fighting for air in a world of nitrogen.
I've fought and fought, more than I could ever dream of. But its time
likes this, I find myself on the losing end of this war.
Surrender was a word unknown, but closure is such a close friend.
The beach never looked so beautiful in dusk, the waves never appeared so
violent.
My waist quickly dampened by the rush of the current.
As I am sucked into its grace, I'll draw my final breath.
I have become the drift, as my body floats underneath the morning sun.
The sound of your voice is gone, along with the memories of it all.
As I move on towards the equator that defines the passing.
I regret not living to see it.
The broken soul, feels no pain.
It carries no memory, of the distain.
The deception and lies.
They have severed the ties.
And now I require.
Something more dire.
I am destroyed.

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And this particular one is somewhat comedic in the end, though its
overall intent was pain.

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"There's a time and a Face For Things like These"

This wall echoes the sound of my emotions, showing nothing but pain and
promise.

I'll never understand the rage that dwells inside, much like I'll never
understand you.

I've taken the liberty of destroying memories, purely for a
self-righteous reasons.

But I still can't burn away the regret.

I stand in the downpour, to try and wash it away, though now it sticks
to me like a disease.

Oh, how it slowly eats at me, killing me inside.

I'm half gone, half a heart, half a mind, half a lung, because you took
my breath away.

I'd rather be organless, than as black inside as you.

I've given up, I raised the flag, but the wind cannot seem to budge the
weight of it.

They say it rains when angels in heaven are crying, and it's pouring
outside right now.

They also say it thunders when God is bowling.

But I cannot see why angels would cry during a game of bowling.


Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Tenebrae, in the year 534 AD.