Far past the twilight is a chastisement outlying the distant confusion;
concealed deep in a broken heart blazes the almighty tattered illusion.
Searching for hope in an infinite field of pain and thorn
emphasizes the bliss of thy confusion reborn.
Within this flight of imagination, integrity is but the snake of illusory lie,
hours of the day tears stream from within, thus the happiness cry.
Diminishing beneath this fiery blaze,
are seraphs of console and sorrow…
searching for love intertwining this maze.
The splendorous sobbing of seraphs outlines an ocean, of which inquiries flow.
Relinquishing pain upon others, questions drown, hark true love’s thunderous glow.
Can we endure the storm following the elation?
Concaving the psyche’s loss further tells us love is but our creation…
I’ve journeyed through the corridor of positive depression time after time,
and only externally past these walls lay the harmonious and sincere chime.
I cannot begin to question the movement of the terrestrial sphere,
hence not far past the science lays our tranquil spear.
My fresh cavern of knowledge questions itself before,
asking if my destination is only but ashore.
“Possibly so, but that love is no where to be seen,
an inexplicable emotion I’ve never felt so serene.”
So we reflect off each other, lying upon an aspiration,
but within which we shall never discover salvation.
The graveyard of time informs me it will be mine,
and from now and eternally I shall bathe in recovery divine.
Not bad, eh? I'd say it's my preeminent yet. This one I've titled "Mind Control". It's on the subject of the hit anime succession, "Rurouni Kenshin". Hope you like. ^^
Compassion isn’t a gasp of concern in this bleeding existence.
Slay the mediators; do not descry the salvage in the distance.
Rest under the sinuous waterfall of blood; hearken your deadly king.
Tomorrow is the at hand, tingling as you stain their death, sensing thy sweet sting.
Blood is the significance of being. Pierce their hollow soul, and respire deep the breeze.
Pursuing thou masters array; the prisoner enters your eye, and instantly do they freeze.
Indeed tomorrow is the present, sweat current from your effigy,
the world quivers as you capture step, your head awakens, opening thy prodigy.
You preserve thou dazzling dove of beyond, and immediately you befall apprehension.
Nay did you endeavor, nay did you rise; your hand is thy meander of retention.
Time is precious, and you sequestered it from the innocent nature,
he who you depended upon, pierced his blade within you, thus you did he denature.
You rode the fountain of obscurity, murdered the reverence, although nonentity did come.
Your life is ablaze, the emotions you endured you did take, thus the memory of succumb.
The exploitation was remarkable long ago,
although you departed the unparalleled distance, you never dived into thy pure flow.
You were certain slaughter was righteous, thus you battled he who you cherished.
But in the end it is but you who perished.
Thy placid dove of midnight light does perspire blood upon your battered finger,
thus recall the excruciating struggle you did linger.
You’ve gone astray upon a broken reminiscence,
and at last you discover within love and peace is thou single sacred bless.
I can't say it's as superior as "Virtual Reality", but it is indeed close. Well, I suppose that's all I can type for you at this instant. Habetis bona deum! (Have a nice day.)
- Yours Truly (Cogito, ergo doleo.)
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