Darkest-Jade

There is the old saying of a tree falling in the forest, with nobody around to hear it... questioning if it makes a sound. Well do I make a sound as I fall? Nobody is around to hear me. I wail and scream at my four walls and in response I have only my own echoes to keep my company. I reach, further and further and yet find no solid thing to hold onto. Where has all the light gone or have I just gone blind? Whether one is true or the other I can do none but flail. Gravity seems to pull in every direction and there is no way up. Crushed by pressure yet nothing surrounds me. Is this what it's like when the world fades away? Would a coffin not be more comfortable than this? Perhaps. But who would bury nobody in a place that doesn't exist. The only sensations that remain seem to be echoes of memories that come at me like sharpened knives. Forgotten lives lived long ago never to be seen again. Ghosts crowd my ever growing chasm. Will I ever feel the warmth of touch again? To feel the grasp

I have no place to call my own I've lost my name, I've lost my home I had it here, once, long ago I was sturdy like a stone I even had my private throne Now, only memories will know Save me from this endless hell Rip me from this rotting shell I want my blackened wings returned From a time before they burned Fill me with that forgotten fire My closest I burned upon the pyre At least I never was a liar The flames have never been higher Magick no longer blooms And sparks no longer zoom I have been fully spent this time I will just lie and say I'm fine Only ashes in this lonely place All of you, I miss your face I'm dying again, no tears please This is how I end this race

Take me to those secluded spaces Secret places Where moondrops fall freely Moonshadows dancing on sandy shores Eternal encores Where Magick and Music comes easy Mountaintops conquered and explored Adventures adored Where we meet the skies and we may soar

May Nothing But Happiness Come Through Your Door May your wings never be clipped, may you always soar May you never have reason for tears to pour May your dreams come true like never before May no pain comes across your life again May there always be comfort in your rain May nothing ever pull you down the drain May your efforts never be in vain May your fire forever brightly shine May you always experience the devine May magick always be in your design May you never be forced into their line In life there are many doors And may something good always be through yours

What would it be like to taste of your flesh, could a lowly peasant such as myself be granted such a luxurious meal as you. Inked in art and carved with symbols. To feel every inch of you, your bumps and curves. Every marking an adventure, every part of you a new story to uncover and discover. I hunger. I hunger for a feast of you, feeling you within me. Feeling myself within you. May we become consummate in delirium. I starve in quiet desperation. A creature of a different realm. You are deified and I remain an imp of eternal desire, never to be filled with your fire. It is merely the pleasure of your presence that I will enjoy. I will feed your flame regardless. Your torch shall always be lit should I remain standing.