Tag: metaphysical grief

  • On The Verge Of The Abyss

    On The Verge Of The Abyss

    On the verge of the abyss
    Having waited for the night to come and take me
    My heart had beat for the last time
    In vain I tried to exhume my dead memories
    Nothing could have been done to save them
    I was destined to doom and decay
    Despair tore my clothes and left my body covered in bruises

    On the verge of my death
    I was not capable of changing my fate
    Everything had been planned by a mischievous fate
    My heart collapsed under the spell of wicked deceptions
    I had fallen captive to the dungeon of my desires
    I was at the mercy of my instincts, and I surrendered to them

    Summoned by the silent force of the wind
    I followed the call without hesitation or fear
    My steps left no imprint on the ground
    After the night had erased them completely
    Shadows guided me on my path to darkness and defeat
    So slow was my journey that I had no remembrances anymore

    I was no longer a slave of others’ deception
    I wasn’t available any longer to lend my heart to mortals
    I became the wind and the night
    I was transformed into darkness and solitude
    An invisible creature of the twilight

    And there, on the edge of the forsaken realm of the void
    I dissolved like morning haze into the eternity of forbidden dreams
    I had no shape, no name and no sorrow to bear in my heart
    There was only absolute silence bearing my crown of shadows
    I was no longer a perishable mortal
    I had become the abyss itself.
    Lisa

  • Quiet Mourning

    Quiet Mourning

    Quiet mourning
    Waiting for a sight
    In the silence of the night
    When I forget to be a mortal
    Renouncing every earthy property
    In my deep slumber of sorrow and despair
    Forgetfulness is welcome in my heart
    As long as I can breath

    Quiet mourning
    Like the one of a creature made of marble
    In the middle of the wilderness
    Abandoned to my fate
    As nobody would dare to pay attention
    As I become a wandering spirit of the night

    As I dream, everything is surreal
    And I own only my loneliness and misery
    Having burnt every desire and expectation of mine
    I get ready for my burial in the garden of disgrace

    Having lost so much
    Left with castles of sand and decay
    I left illusions to guide me into the realm of deception

    Wandering aimlessly
    I didn’t find myself
    I lost my heart being laid to rest in the graveyard of memories
    I was dead
    I had no desire to be among the mortals who betrayed and plundered me
    With their ugly depravity and hideous horribleness

    I deserted all of them
    I fled the world of banality and deceit
    Not interested anymore
    I aimed to new realms and wisdom

    Hovering among shadows and ghosts
    I embraced my quiet mourning
    My stillness that made of grief and distrust
    Conscious that everything was destined for an end

    Merit and prices were far away
    As I was cast astray by the brutal chance
    In the silent cemetery of lost hopes.
    Lisa

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