Thine End of Time
"Thine End of Time"
by: Sebastciaun T. Censtcuriaus
Is that in mine life has all known sorrow;
All mine life has been a pain stricken opium of tears;
All mind death has been a birth of mine own pleasure from tears and pain.
All mind is mine own insurrection;
All heart is mind broken and shattered reflection;
All life in mine sight has seen nothing but cadent falls of sour taste and hollow kisses.
All times that amount to a pitiful existence is a relief of love through the sorrow in the dawn of tomorrow.
In
all the dusk and nature of dawns I have found the spiteful bliss in the
showered cadence of risk and receiving the bliss upon unworthy lovers
that lie to me upon bedded strife for lying to me times over in this
illusion of mine actual living.
In other words, In other parables and syllables that degrees of lust have played me for mine own fool;
As I found that I have been that fool;
Swimming in the pool of hate and tyranny of a withering love inside mine heart,
I
find my world is shattered with nothing but hollow figurines and wax
coated dolls in mine deceitful words I take all the blame.
Ever so death to ever call it a lovers game,
For the sake of mine own passion,
For the sake of mine own compassion,
For the sake of absolution and solution in mine loving problem,
Is that there is not a sanctity or a love that has ever dissolved in mine own broken heart.
The worlds could shatter,
The moon could shield it's glow,
The sun could refuse to show,
In
all things of this world will fade before the darkest day that mine
love ever becomes a hollow word and a reflection of mine stricken life
that has become pleasure in the vanity of pain.
Among the morrows mourn,
and the sorrow for mine own search,
I yield and heed to many words and serenaded phrase,
but in the end it is the same as the love before it had begun.
Hollow words in this hollow sore that is emptiness and void.
A pain that has become pleasure bore from all the dusks that set the right stage of dawn,
To spark mine mind and float mine sail,
All the ways,
the end of the worlds to where I shall be!
Till a day,
In this horror filled world,
I find closure upon the pain and my words yield nothing in vain,
I find a dew and moisture build upon a kiss,
And alas the end of my darkened curse written in its verse.
In My Minds Eye time Shall I find that ever ending and flawless form?
The flowing nurture of mine own divine.
The subtle lover,
The real beginning of a surreal mind.
A love till thine own end of time!
The blush I feel from the gods and goddess that be,
throned king in their winding webs,
from the inner string to the intricate web.
They shall hold no spark nor light to thine own love.
for mine other,
shall be worthy and feel as I,
In this vision of mine passion,
A romantic mystic's compassion,
Defying all lies and deceit,
In the heat of the darkest night,
Mine love shall shield thy lover,
Till thine own end of time!
With Love;
by: Sebastciaun T. Censtcuriaus
