As he realises the velocity of his circumstances,
He finally sees that to feel pain is to know that he still breathes another breath upon this earth,
As he grasp’s the effigy of his past,
This pain is nothing but a blessing to know that he still lives by grace,
His taken it all, from the deepest to the thickest,
The sharpest to the bluntest …
As he comes beating upon death’s door he sees the images from a shattered glass,
And knows that this is nothing to what HE endured upon Golgotha,
For this struggle is not the end but just the beginning..
As he falls down the pain to heavy to bear,
Looking towards the gates of goodbye the pain takes him back to life,
And he sees the promise he has made and the serpent who waits to devour,
With strength from suffering he fights on…
The pain a reminder that he is alive to fight another day,
The scars he wears a diary of his battles,
Till his final breath he will fight with the pain ,scars and blood..
All glory to the ONE who gives him grace,
They can take his life, but not his faith,
For through his suffering HIS strength is revealed..
The taste of her lips upon his, yet he wakes upon to find himself all alone..
The agony of this deception, will this torment ever end.
A façade of a dream he will never see.
Tormented by her face, will he last another stare?
Is this how it ends with his heart on his sleeve?
Will he live to see tomorrow or will she be his last Nightmare.
As the memories of her fade away;
will she find him in time
before their dreams align a reality of despair…
The nobility to which I adhere,
Entraps me from the freedom of which I seek,
yet beauty shall die at the face of love,
till then shall I wait in mourning,
for this thorns to blossom forth a rose,
to which holds my key of joy…
and fear for which I seek ,
I fear i and not the beast..
the door to which I seek,
I knoweth not of its splendor..
From hence which I came,
Hence forth I shall return,
Yet within this in-between,
I shall wait for my Amaryllis,
Upon fallen wings…
