Open-Handed, Fully-Branded

What is left of an abused and defiled soul...seeks refuge in pure air...in abstract style.

amongs't ashes dark and dreary

lies a deeply scarred, shadowed soul

lifted, dragging, with no feeling

its paying ashy, achy tolls

 

once simple sweet, now sad searing

reeking and seeking to pretend

spirit pleads up to the ceiling

which foretells of the coming rend

 

escaping on paths so edgy

unnoticed in the day's pure light

captured in the eve so dusky

pulled back into the ugly night

and the air does not touch down

and the air does not reach in

and the air does not wash clean

and the air does not defend...

 

touching tight, hard and unyielding

vice-like contact, open-handed

back neck, fingers sharply digging

firm, and faithless, fully-branded

 

and the air does not touch down

and the air does not reach in

and the air does not wash clean

and the air does not defend...

 

searching, seeking, lacking meaning

the alto hides behind the pain

battered soul, storms are a raging

leaving another bloody stain

 

choral discord consumes the night

like a great screeching bird, on wings

inside, outside, taken flight

slicing through this soul, it screams

for the air never touches down

for the air never reaches in

  for the air never washes clean

for its the air that shrieks the end.

Reviews

[Legion]

This is really cool. I like the flow. As I read it it sounded like a song. One word you might consider changing to help keep the flow better tuned. The word "beseeching" might sound better just using the word "seeking". See what you think. Oh, and the rhyme scheme (you know how a stickler I am on that) is brilliantly done in this one. Wonderful. Had a Poe's "The Raven" feel to it for me. Kudos.