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5/11/2017 12:38:28 PM

Sheer Terror
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Hello, I am Sheer Terror I live to write poetry however do not know the techniques of forms as asked whenever posting a poem. I am always up for any imput good or bad I wish only to improve.

Oblivion

There’s a traitor bred deep inside me
Circling sublime and deceiving my mind
Beating this heart as a clenched fist keeping time
A repetition I have fought, like tradition
an unwinding defines inception

Seditions equal 1000 miles of disgrace
Dare I tell you of my place
A death walks in every shadow
Attached to the Silhouette like a black cat
Iniquities playground complete with a shrouded habit

Priviledged phantom betrayer is mine
She emerges and begs for fires within
And enormous qualities of compassion
Dancing for keeps with oppression
no turning back for the high cost of reflection

There is no place to hide decision
No unharmed order for reason
No intellect in the drug chosen
Desire is convicted, confined and blind
the first time you cheat life of pains design

Denial sits upright night and day
Every bit of sentiment is put away
For the repose of the Stray
Cold comfort gambles with torment
High stakes for a wager in transient

My Beauty lays herself on the mirror
The fate of her covets my tears
Escape is just one step careless and near
A decadent map of the world is made clear
With a needle and lines to my keeper

The feel of cold steel under my skin
Cracks the hollow’s door completely open
Step into and follow Oblivion’s seduction
Her abyss has no reminisce
Only Deprivation holding my ambitions hopeless

Fading and playing to Oblivions pride
Time no longer cares or can't decide
Reaching for the stars I fall careless
How high I go for her caress
Returning broken and mourning my state of grace

A single drop of blood escapes
Accepting my breath as a promise of bliss
Deceiver, my coward has taken a final kiss
Exposed with only one thing left to see
the dark parts inside of me

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

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