Beauty & The End

You have lost me in the smoke of the inferno that has consumed us. But I am forever here. Calling, searching, with my hand outstretched in the blackness hoping with all hope that your hand grasps mine and we can run to safety together.

for all we have is hope, memories of heaven adored and upheld, as nostalgia goes walking through every broken life,

Last words could never belong,

creeping through us only too deceive,

Resentment boldly marches onward.

remember when you hold your heart against another, our soul should grow from making waves, there is great mystery in everything truly beautiful,

Every day is more painful as knowledge reveals a world saudade with its own divine potential.

one after another, catastrophic consequences stretched themselves beyond our line of sight, tears streamed into our minds and of any cause we have forgotten,

only remaining fears persist,

without notice of its influence.

Oh how our enchanted wanderings cease repeating words

conveyed through dark passages of truth and honesty.

beyond humanistic wisdom is timeless serenity unequal to the heavens alone,

but only found in silent protest of anything less than what it is that our spirits truly deserve and the courage to confess yourself to the heart within your heart.

strip off the robes of ritual and the echoes of your sin,

answering maiden's heart,

fire brings forth radiant forms which Despair itself denies all shapes between heaven and a kiss.

when bold embraces keep hope alive among mortals, blood-stain'd hands reach for sanctuary's entrance where another breathe easily explains another aggression.

No surprise appeared before taking careful study,

scanning eyes blackened with apathy, it seemed indistinguishable that everything will expire and nothing could damage their empire, as it was only an idea,

extrapolated from their clandestine division. It was not something that could be torn down, but would end once the kingdom should fall.

Now it appeared,

astounded in its wake, Struggle throws himself beneath men's strife,

arrogant, proud, triumphant suffering.

I accept, i love all that it is, in and of its glorious potential.

precipice on the horizon, illuminating the end....

And the beginning.

-Xtian