Taintedeclipse’s Blog

Stranded between the boundaries

Caught in a warp of delirium.

Passive, the desire of a dreamer

Haunted by the ruins

Of an empire of a distant future.

Buried knee-deep in self-deceit.

The hierarchy that seeks torment of self;

Calls for thyself to eradicate.

Chained to the tomb of predicament:

A curse on the epitaph of fate.

Running deep the lacerations of the past,

Stabbed over a hundred times

Now trying to forget…

Praying the lost era to not comeback

But the scars still remain…

A reminder, but not a shame;

Of  an axiomatic beginning

One where the sky doesn’t precede the aim.

the shallow desert moon; the bright golden shimmer of the sun
a litted aphrodisiac as a complement to the dark
the heinous sin as the unwitted soul seeps into that gleam
the thirst for hope and a longing for a dream
hatred be not redeemed through the sanctity of regrets
an eclipse unresolved for the love of the death

and yet from that halo arises the sweetest perfume
one that is of but love striving…
beyond the coarsest labyrinth of doom
but that intangible summit is marked by the scythe
enduring the epochs of decisions made between the two paths
unlike the flip of a coin where the end is foretold in plain sight.