(The MeTaphoR.)
_________
From You ,
(and a wOrLd
of ScArS)
I AM
_________
From You ,
(and a wOrLd
of ScArS)
I hide
feelings
behind clever
Metaphors;
because I cut
behind clever
Metaphors;
because I cut
myself on
The STaRs!
(grasping at
The STaRs!
(grasping at
Truths I should
not have
looked for.)
not have
looked for.)
This once sweet
soul
(wearing
midnight-skin)
became a Stone;
Life's worst
(wearing
midnight-skin)
became a Stone;
Life's worst
example
of the human
condition.
Cursed to
of the human
condition.
Cursed to
walk Alone!
With a name the
With a name the
angels
dare not mention!
dare not mention!
(such as
Perdition.)
and Gladly
and Gladly
I
would
have chosen
have chosen
Fate,
had I known the
Grave
I'd
dig myself with
I'd
dig myself with
Freedom;
Yet now
Yet now
it's
too late!
(Every Star
is
dead at the
dead at the
hands
of
Heathens.)
yes..
Heathens.)
yes..
I AM
ThE
MeTaphoR,
who hides
from
His Shattered
Self no
Longer.
Longer.
Opening
uP
HeLL's DooR!
(which could've
(which could've
been
Heaven
had I only been
Heaven
had I only been
stronger.)
J.Stephen.H.
J.Stephen.H.
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