Mortal Savior

Venture into the depths of my desolate frame.
The form you have recklessly shattered in vain.
The smoldering hostility you have left to perish.
Now I am merely among myself, with only the memories remaining.
Those were the days, yes, those were the days.
The silence of those beloved golden moments was nothing short of sacred.
The pinnacle calm before the storm.
It was when time seemed to go on endlessly.
Yet at some point along the lines of bliss and ecstasy, time was lost, evaporated throughout the years.
The artificial serenity was then nursed in my hands like an empty mug with only an ounce of false pretense left within its shallow capacity.
Paranoia hastily coated my every thought and dream.
The concept of children crouching timidly in the shadows, their innocence being lapped up by the sinister omniscience the darkness summons forth.
So how could you possibly dare to request that I find it within the goodness of my heart to seek forgiveness of those who are deemed to assault the virtue of others?
How is it that you can subject me to sop up the defenseless tears and blood that flows from the victims, without uttering a single solitary word of contempt towards the committers of these catastrophes?
Regard me as a warning, for I shall not be the only one to speak out against these diabolical actions.
This vicious cycle must be stopped, and it is our obligation to make sure these victims are led toward a substantial salvation.

Transience

I see the tears that brim your lustrous eyes.
I hear your heartstrings being strummed upon by the moon’s solemnity.
I savor the aftertaste of dashing hopes that dance on the tip of your tongue.
I feel your bleak hands reach out for me in despair.
And the morose fragrance of bitter anguish fills my insides to an inconceivable extent.

As the earth laps up the sorrow that drips down that shattered face of yours,
I can hardly fathom the treacherous pain that lies beneath your flesh.
For there is nothing a promise can assure in times such as these.
And I shall never venture to say a mortal can keep its word.
But you can be certain that I differ from the rest.
Never will you ever regard me as an evanescent lover.