Devil's Heaven

Hard to think of a description really. If you like rhyming wordplay and imagery, I suggest reading the damn thing.

My spirit remains strong no matter how scarred my body becomes

I stay undamaged

My heart shines like gold within the winters cold

I am unburdened

May tales speak a fable of a harsh stable man once weak enabled

He is unforgotten

I push on to pay my debts until nothing of that pain is left

That man is unstoppable

On my cold throne, of granite stone, I realize through hard eyes, it’s hard to be hopeful, when you're alone

But I am unbroken

I live not wanted, eyes scarlet, discarded, red drops on the darkness, I am not afraid, I will not be dissuaded by despair, forsaken, not cherished, until the day that I perish, prepared for that merit

For I am undaunted

I’m determined to be weightless through the moments of hatred unburdened

My hardships shiver in the open shadow of my sunrise’s shimmer unforgotten

My willpower, my hope, like a miasma, a cloak, knotted like rope, choking the moment is unstoppable

My word, my war, my blood, my sword, my voice, in void tortured, for my choice is unbroken, even though I have been

And will be

A facet of a world that is hard as bone, burning like coal, shattered like a skull, rotten like death, cold like my breath, undaunted

My spirit remains strong, haunted by no gauntlet, undamaged, unravelled, unravaged, unrazzled

For I am a guardian, and I wait for my emblem cadaver, to show me some semblance on this matter, of the love I remember, and recover the remnants, dependence negligent in this renascence sounds like resistant Renaissance ending any enemies

From foul scented resentment I take by my home, from a world so unholy, so damaged, the only one I’ve known, I clutch its clammy bandaged hands, I know it won’t abandon me, until it passes into ashes like a gnashing gash on emptiness

A rumble of hope, in the crumbling stone

But I cannot survive the moon’s scythe, ripe on effort alone, hecatomb yet to bloom, unborn, unmoored

The stars may be shining, but the darkness corrodes, remorse an abortion of emotion

And I am not a ball of fire, I am a cold dark essence like the devil’s nebula, I am my home, I am at war

And no one will see me when I’m gone, because the privileged living will take my place, unowned

And face your raking gracely homicide, inaugurated patient with wide arms, to embrace your hatred, and fade away like a memory disassembled in rebellion

Orchestrating a serenade bathing in serenity, and isolate my premonitions, leave my side guidelessly

End this Armeggedon, and resonate in heaven, sacred, enlightened, awakened, mindless

And leave me to the debris, weaving dismembered in the webbing celebration, wheezing on the breeze

A sacrificial offering, cooperating in the motionless monotony of my coffin

Cauterized hearts do not bleed for dusty rusted roses, posing coldly openly to nothingness

Such suffering is sacrificial, abyssal, and I offer my rotting body, a remission of sin

To rendition your metal mesh sediment from my lustering lesions like a pus rushed rustling phoenix

And test me and my will like a weeping willow, out for death’s last breath a killer, take this medicine, like a prediction frosted donut holocaust in a lozenge

Lost loathing lofty fossils spirit crossing frothing a spit obituary on Satan’s blessing, committed

Colossal apostle, Atlus’ pathlessness, hell’s renegade, a deviant revenant, bent on a death sentence

Life-like vice, blood flutters past the floodgates of hatred, a maverick of an adversary reminiscent

Condemnation waiting in every gravity, a remedy condensed in the prevalent presence of a severed

Malevolence, a human leathered weathered warrior, moral-less, amidst the corridors of a devil’s heaven

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[Onlyme]

I found this intriguing, wonderful, interesting, thought-provoking and deep. Made me think of someone regards of whatever comes their way in life, good, bad and indifferent. They don't care because within them they are determined, defiant and resilient to overcome whatever tries to make them weak or wants to defeat them in general. They shall overcome and be who they want to be.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I appreciate your review, and I'm gladyou liked this, you can expect more from me in the future. Check in every now and if your interested, I'm always writing.

[Onlyme]

I will do. :)