Ugly
The avatar of ugliness
An advocate of shame
Her hair is never pretty
But inside burns a flame
Her face is crystal beauty
An avatar of light
Her hair shines like the morning
But inside, losing might
A neutral face arises
Her features are very plain
Her eyes are grey and boring
But inside, she feels pain
Aren’t we all so ugly, when we cause another pain?
Aren’t we all so pretty, when we think ourselves plain?
Mortal
I am a mortal.
I think of selfish ambitions.
I desire perverse wishes.
I speak of self-righteous plots.
I flaunt my cunning thoughts.
I gibe my lesser peers.
I deny my weakest points.
I hurt my beloved friends.
I am a mortal.
Playground
Specters of the lost
Slowly drift through the night
Reliving fantasies long forsaken
Childrens’ voices laugh and cry
As the memories of playtime
Resound and echo
Angelic demonic ethereal astral
No time, no age, no sense of being
Existence is fallen as angels are lost
Lucifer’s bane, the ghosts of the past
A cursed life
No one hears your voice
Cry in the dead night
Calling to deaf ears
Sixth sense fading
Mystics converted
Ancient powers of spirits long forgotten
The spirits are lost
But not to time
8/13/04
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