at twenty paces,
the mob was already hoarse;
baying and wailing,
their venomous spittle, raining upon me.
making believe in a make believe world;
breath through a prism of chromatic lies.
putting back together shattered promises,
still being gathered, still in pieces;
somewhere, somewhere a heaven awaits.
two paces and two more,
the vicious howls;
drowns the rusty jangle of my chains,
fiery gaze with deathly intensity anticipates me.
making believe in a make believe world;
pounding hearts muted in restless emptiness.
piecing back together shattered memories,
still being gathered, still in slivers;
somewhere, somewhere a paradise awaits.
four paces not more,
the edge glimmered a soft welcome,
impatiently simmering with expectation,
coldly reflecting a sea of restless torches.
making believe in a make believe world,
grasp through a rainbow of prismatic lies.
putting back together the ruptured truth,
still being gathered, still in splinters;
somewhere, somewhere a womb awaits.
only a humble kneel now,
a final bow to mute the blood thirsty hounds,
a slicing murmur as the blade flutters up the air,
a sigh of a virgin's first deathly kiss.
an eternal pause,the final emptiness,
comes hails of soundless greeting.
a cavernous soul in pitch silence;
desperate echoes dissipate to mumuring whisphers,
like laughing waters...
~third_eye @SHaYAP©2013
Source: paces
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