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...At The Threshold (Words)

  • Writer: Pedro Gómez
    Pedro Gómez
  • Aug 18, 2016
  • 2 min read

- ...At The Threshold

A grey twilight

Nor heaven nor hell

A labyrinth a maze

An abysmal ocean of trees

Ahead lies an uncanny trench of one's angst

Leaves dance with the wind and branches sing

songs of sunshine and songs of rain

Songs untouched by the kiss of death

...At The Threshold

- Labyrinthine

Parting from nothingness

Plunging into the absolute

Contorted and tangled and

Stunningly breathtaking at heart.

What lies ahead isn't a forest.

Before you is the beautiful epitome of perfection

Unrelentless unforgiving uncompromising nature

Branches kiss you and roots carress your feet

Sunshine radiates and sounds sweeten

Your soul

- Broken Halo

But blood slowly freezes in veins clogging up

This place is not what it seems

You see I entered expecting joy and adventure

But enthralled by the evershifting pathways

I found myself lost and bewildered

Standing before the river of a million souls

I felt their icy laughter

Sunlight dying and sounds growing dismal

I thought of joining them

But a broken halo of sun or moonlight illuminated a path

Ensnared by roots and mammoth insects

The path seemed a certain demise the end was nigh

I moved forth slowly but I felt it

A silent companion, a quiet guardian?

It closed in on me

Gasping for breath as the bleakness swallowed me

I cried at the rain pouring

"Drown me break me freeze me bury me take me"

Minutes that felt like days

My life usurped

It's always belonged

To you!

- Trench Of Angst

I am the omnipotent

I am the blaspheme

I am the shell of the tortoise

I am the destroyer of dreams

I am the ripper of skies

Freezer of seas

Serpent to mice

Burner of trees

I bore witness the demise of civilizations

The collapse of empires

Immolation of kings and heroes

Skin pealing from flesh

Flesh tearing from bone

Bones snapping like twigs

Agony is a small price to pay for your

egocentrism

Can't you see?

You're a fucking speck of dust to me

But in this trench of angst you shall suffer with me

Inhaleing the sulphur

Teething on stones

Chemically burning

Neck tightly chocked

Maggots spawn in your ears

Flies infest your nose

Roaches fuck in your mouth

Ants swarm through your eyes

Birds shit on what's left of you


 
 
 

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