I CAN TASTE THE SALT FROM MY TEARS

I can taste the salt from my tears
That glide down my flustered cheeks.
They are like a blazing fire that constrains my plied soul.
I am the remnants of your shadow that grows smaller
With each layer of darkness.
For the foul in the air has taken hold of my destiny,
And plowed down my tortured visions
With one strike of the gong.
There is an echo that rings throughout the town,
Sending you crashing into my glazed tomb.
I am the follower of the saintly winds,
And honor each vow with concise precision
That eradicates the shivering moon.
I am shattered by your dangerous tones
That milk my soul and drive out my sanity.
Please, my master of the skies, shake down
The demons that eat up my dying flesh.
Make this congregated body fall with one blast
Of your thunder, so the meek shall inherit the earth
With one credence of your spawn.
For in the middle of righteousness lays the blanket
Of somber truths that shall be embedded within the hearts
Of man forever embalmed by liquid fire.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

I write as a primitive, so I don`t think much.
Your writing is pretty and it makes sense
and it carries the reader along with interest.
I think perhaps you are in the upper third of
the W/C writers, or more.
----- John

[NattyPattyx3]

wow!! this is amazing!!!!