Aeone Of Beautiful Deceition{the sick 2}

Excerpt from Mirathaz: turning of the beast chapter 17

The Aeone of Beautiful Deceition : {the sick pt 2}



“Close your eyes and drift away…
but take the time to stay…
feel the knife blade on your hand…
eat of the fruit, tastes bland.”

skin peels and all that’s real slips
neck has been bitten…
another chapter written…
the black void engulfed your heart…
and nothing gets taken for granted anymore…
stones you throw will come back…
the building blocks fall from their stack…
envious…
devious…
enlightened…
frightened…
tightened…
wanting the normalcy to return…
knowing it will not return…
the sport has grown into a must…
forgetful trust…

“Turn your head to the sky…
always wonder why…
feel the needles sting…
and the heat left from the ring.”

Spitful whore does ones bidding…
Crossed legs while she’s sitting…
Let your nakedness feel the rain…
Taking pleasure in alls pain…
Loving one for nothing…
Nothing for loving one…

Drip…
Drip…
Drip…
Drip…
Drip…
Drip…
Drip…
Drip…
Drip…
Drip…
Drip…
Drip…
Drip…

“The Angels blood…it drips into the bucket.”

“Why does the Angel bleed, father?”

“Its wings are broken and a blood feather severed.”

“Poor Angel…Who would cause It such anguish?”

“God…”

“God? Why, father, why would God do this?”

“He wants It to bleed Its sins out and He wants It and the rest of us to hear the dripping…”