“Gems within You”

The gems of the world,

Is somewhat beautiful,

In every men’s eyes.

The glow between the crest,

And the gloom it gives after dark,

Is the only thing gems can ever be.

But words can only describe;

The hot flame of a ruby,

The vast ocean of a sapphire,

The lightning thunder of a topaz,

The holy light of a diamond,

And the grim darkness of an amethyst.

But what men couldn’t see,

Is that you,

Were the gems of the world.

The glow that you bear,

Is different from others,

As you are more fragile,

Yet the beautiful lies within;

The flame, the ocean, the thunder, the light and the darkness,

You hold them all like its nothing.

You prove to be quite stunning,

As the other gems didn’t prove oneself as a whole,

But yet you let it free,

And that’s where my heart lies.

As you are my gems;

You are my fire,

You are my ocean,

You are my thunder,

You are my light,

And you are my darkness,

For where it begins and where it ends,

You will always be my beloved.

                                                              

                                                      Angel of Death.

Remedy

I bled

As you shattered the chain,

I could not but to wonder

why this hatred was spawned,

For years we have created

memories of us together,

But you let it go

like it was nothing.

Is it me to blame,

Or is it you,

who just wanted to get away.

These tears won’t stop,

As you are the only one,

The one whom hold the remedy,

To my despair and regrets.

A World Without Pain

Apart from your mockery,

a shame is held within doubt,

sorrows bleed for truth,

when pain unleashed by whom are wicked;

But i swear that it would be painless,

for a reason where it stood by,

waiting on Death as it begs for souls,

since pain would seem ridiculous to sustain;

By your words, it would have been fair,

as selfishness was your true cause,

a word of faith wouldn't suffice,

as your doubt was to unimaginable;

A world without pain,

as what i describe your world to be,

by then you would realize your true color,

where pain spreads equally to your desire;

Keep reasoning until you're fulfilled,

for such words of an apology,

is wicked as it seem for whom you are,

as this vengeance won't tolerate,

with your sympathetic desires. 

Sorry....

Damn those words,

the tears of your soul

bleeds my heart,

who plead for forgiveness

of an endless sorrow;

I can’t let it shut,

no more can I stand,

this sorry of a heart

couldn’t take your pain,

away from those wound

that I made;

I’ve regretted myself,

for I have scratched

your lovely soul,

but this is not enough,

this word is but a play,

nor a riddle that pray,

as these words are wasted;

I would give you all

if I could,

but that won’t change

everything that I’ve done.

A Losing Game

I see the damn crowd,

brewing into some illiterate conscious,

where they awoken by that damn blood,

where none shall escape from this undying game.

The lies wouldn't be unveil,

by this overlapping curse of one man,

  but it shall sticks into one account of yours, truly,

then another shall take it into theirs.

The world was just a pit,

for this undying little flesh,

where it all can go wrong,

within a split second of choices.

A heart of sympathies wouldn't last long,

a wrong choices made it look bad,

for this undying wish to continue,

a losing game need to be created.

As for i, the legions are long gone,

the kin will no longer speaks of this tragedy,

where the game needs rest,

as for new era will rise to play.

Even then.....

Where the brood begins, vengeance lies,

but the war is just another beginning,

where the predators starts to unveil,

the cruelty of sins and darkness will spread;

Search the relics of a forgotten tomb,

to find none except what had passed,

to rely on it is just another mistake,

where the end lies within the swarm;

The hatred, these feelings,

intrigued by the weaklings,

can't be hold by whom are wicked,

as it proves to be the destruction of my kinds;

Started with a womb,

a little menace of sins,

vengeance shall be breed,

while the innocents started to fade;

The brood lies within my feelings,

but the feeling is just a faded memory,

only revenge remain in this womb,

where hell is about to be unbound.

Lost Love

Since we parted,

Never again we meet,

Never again we speak,

Never again we bleed.

But there is still a cut,

Deep inside my heart,

I can’t let it shut,

Because of your damn blood,

We promise to be one,

But I realize that there’s none,

It is just a twisted lie,

There is no need to be shy,

Because there no more us

In this story of a romantic love,

Disappear into the illusion of lust,

Proves that our love is lost.

“Confuse”

Every time I waste it upon,

Feeling of numbness spreads,

Until it touches the face of dawn,

Most of the tides fade.

It is not a riddle,

Where I find it amusing,

Later then it brittles,

And find it hurting.

Even the game,

Started to turn it heads,

Around this plain fame,

Loss in deeds.

Greed and jealousy,

Anger and madness,

What’s left is there to see,

Than us being monsters.

“The Beast”

The pain is excruciating,

so dark that it reveals hatred,

black inside out,

all are diminished,

except this wound,

of a broken heart.

A nightmare,

hugging this creature

with poison thorns,

sticking into its flesh,

suckling its red,

but black instead.

And this dark vines,

searching for vengeance,

but find none

except loss,

as the Death would promise,

where it would end.

While holding this jet-black rose,

this beast will arise,

and consume that is none,

and leave it as it is there,

so shall will it be,

when this shall ends.

Hatred would be this soul,

vengeance would be this heart,

and so shall this blood,

and the beast,

shall live throughout

your life’s.

Burden

I didn’t realize,

the things that I have done,

to be throne as a king,

cripples me under the throne;

I regretted to be chosen,

to bear all this greed,

and all of your sins,

made me suffer than ever;

I am not what you think,

I am not the ‘King’,

I am just like you,

but bearing this burden,

of a crying little cub;

I tried to be fair,

but all ends in misery,

and there I am,

sitting alone on my throne,

wishing that our world is apart.

Innocent Sorrow

My face is darken,

My eyes is fallen,

Under the horizon,

There’s no freedom,

Except innocents,

Where all is forgotten,

I,

Am not one,

I,

Am not done,

I am but a child,

Where resistance is futile,

Echo’s of sorrows,

Which one opposes,

Is only to be left inside one twisted soul,

I whom declared my innocents,

Is another sin inside one sorrow,

None shall seem fair,

As the darkness luminance this day;

I have come far,

Till this day forward with a scar,

Twisted by this lying flesh,

Know nothing of its cruelness,

Kept under the black stash,

To be reminded by the fools,

Where all is left to be forgotten,

By whom are innocents;

So shall we speak,

I myself is the reason so,

Why my heart leak for my innocent sorrow.