what else is truly delusional other than falling in love with what can not be and to be forever submerged in a dream ? True? A mirror of desire that show your greatest wishes a man can have lived a truest happy until the way to the end but still found himself wanting addicted to the illusion of the mirror for everone loves what could not be wasting away in front of the mirror one too many who thought them strong in mind body and soul have given into the temptation of the mirror wasting away before their time lost in the illusion of their wish come true found locking gaze or wasted forever their damned soul into the mirror they go about as close to wish grantingI guess?some say it was a magical artifact that was given to a lover to a demoness who felt their relationship had gone soured so she let her cheating love gets lost in the mirror forever trapped in what could've of been love forever snuffed out no spark insight love forever unrealized and unrequired love true sure be and is a truly a sarcastic irony at times a sadistic pleasure grant or not pain awaits those who make one mistaken for hell have no fury like a scored lover ? Tiredly turning in bed away and lost the devil is here among us the devil walks summoned to this earth wraith and slothful sins in the form of a devil a sin given physical form a devil a incarnation of the very sin they preached god forgot forsaken mondays suck I wish I could go back to sleep and forget the mirror the one I desire, I see in the mirror is lone gone ash and dusk to dusk the lover I seek was given to another than departed from this world to soon love soon an allusion an old friend used to say in this case it is true allegiance to tiredly madness lost in the shadows of a black tower within a ancient curse with allusion almost maddening so many boons and secret knowledge hid within a kingdom of shadows locked within a tower ruled by a devil of the highest Morpheus a true devil a who takes pleasure in the sins of man a true devil who has given form to the words and ideologies of some the worst of the worst taking pleasures in the suffering of the few and the many but as many thinks that are of true purely worth anything in this life a deal with the devil or any kind of knowledge has it's price some not some will a priceless knowledge a vision a sacrifice a village for one life eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth evil for evil pay back in fold bad intentions and evil actions payed back full the value of the lives taken from the land of the livening forever extinguished a lover comeback in perfect form and a demon bound by Solomon seals forever halfway up the black tower a kingdom of fortune shadows and forbidden knowledge all come with a price for nothing is perfect my vinishing form twisted into a darker shade than grey but hero villain saint heretic such useless construction of a society so bland prone and week because without form are own opportunities for one self propelled forward by knowledge and know how because in a society where among us who have knowledgeable ambitions for the many are sheared sheep with a wolf ready to act fools reduced to expecting everything to be given to them on a sliver platter say how unfair everything is so what if life is unfair god is most unjust in his assessment of the cruelty, associate with humanity for humanity makes a many ways forever evolving and making new ways to spend hate and fear aiming new weapons packed together from labs and factories aiming to kill to the last is just left with his fisticuffs black and blue cover in black blood and scars runing deep canvassed in bloody bandages and torn uniform alike what ever your allegiance be that power lust knowledge know how and or people that are more like sheep love ones who avoid the payment for your transgressions on the land sacrifice one allegiance for another killing in the names of a crusade more alike to grave robbery and bandits killing those who stand and rise to be in the way of the greed that is all consuming men vanished to the grave never to come back the shame and shadows be a likely grave for humanity is worst something of equal value most be sacrificed to gain something always nothing is free in this life and shorts cuts will bring nothing but mistakes and ruin easy is not always the best one man easy is another man's way of saying you messed up start again game over whatever terminology you use you mess up big time for one man trash is one man's treasure for not everything is valued the same in the eyes of the beholder a friend in another lifetime once said a shortcut is a weak man's ruined translation you chose the easiest way out now reap the seeds of yours misdeed it is easy to stand up and hide behind the biggest bully on the block than to fight and stand up for it is a weak man's poison to not stand and be the devils right hand who's only use is to be used and discarded like they say you rather be the devils right hand than stand tall your not a man your a dog a hound who worth to the society you like in is to be step on as a stepping stool for the sins that follow the next bully on the block pathetic really a person who easy led astray and led by a wolf high on the feeling of being in a house sheep better be prepared to be the sheep that is eaten by the creed they stand and they swear allegiance to is this what I get for my sins I pay in blood my sacrifices my allegiances my love forever lost forgiveness how worthless what forgiveness could I get when people and the god they worship rather see me in the deepest pits of hell alike I tiredly am unredeemed and unforgivable unworthy and unwilling of gods forgiveness along time ago and I know I will pay the price no matter what to have a one last moment or even a sec with my lover forever lost to the winds in flames of a war a crusade a prosecution of those we deem lower than dirt only to be stab in the back when things go sour and force to pay in blood by those we deem invalid still I will sacrifice nations even the world the world and it peoples stopped mattering a long time ago when I payed the price by loseing a devoted precious woman more alike to a dark reflection of Joan of arc a tirelessly reflection forever in darkness a difference side of the coin more alike to a Joan of arc reflection of but instead of bathing and battling in light a shadow alike in a woman burn and buried at a stake ashes forevermore to the winds swallowed by the mud and dirt cover concealment by the blood of the people and animals alike of a empire a flame only to be ransacked and pillaged by a crusade forever denied consumed by false information and history change by those who lived it and those who wrote the very books that Children read in school from past to present honestly what is my life worth now days I will tell you when I finally figure it out because truly don't stare into the abyss for it has eyes every wanting ever consuming the souls of those who look into the darkness hoping for the most equivalent of knowledge for everything has a price thought most don't learned that very lesson until it's to late equivalent exchange is after all giving parts and bits of your very being in exchange for something equally value every soul every body everything has a different value in the eyes of the beholder for the most delicious fruit can just as easily turn to rotten ashes in one's mouth and knowledge not use properly can easily led you astray to death we go for death is the last enemy for the decay of the body and the soul the very essence of our spirit decaying valued by the end death taints the graveyard again as I watch this very mirror see my dreams desires and love go up in flames due to my own arrogance, selfishness and hypocrisy my very own hateful being soiled in blood yet to be spilled yet to be named my original sin taking possession of one I love taking the very form and twisting the knife even farther by never letting go a twisted love granted and formed by a wish twisted by words from my lies to my last breath no matter the witch won't let go my soul my being is captivated by her and captive to her beauty her twisted love her demented companionship giving everything and taking more than what is seen for the formless is taken alike too much of a good thing often leads to hurt just like water too warm burns or a hand that touch's fire is burnt away into intoxicating ash if I go out tonight burn my body alight leave nothing behind for when I cross over I am to be forgotten like a forget me not tear apart by the wind my ash spread and bleed in the very roots of the land I live I know very my love is poison to the very foundation of the love I give siting here in front of this damn mirror that shows the very tragedy that still has me shaken years later like it was mocking me with my greatest failures and tell me no showing me the vilest inside of my very existence inside and out my very love is evil spelled backwards and my creed is the very hypocrisy I showed as a lover soldier politician husband just a long list of my innerturmoil showcasing my failing as a human being I truly am the worst type of tyrant and at the very core my dark hypocrisy shows no quarters consume my very pain and eating away my already dying sanity when does a man become a monster maybe when he watch's his hard work crumple like a cheap cookie or when his lover is dead with no reason at all motivation is all it takes for a man with nothing left to become more loseing his humanity in the process eye for eye teeth for a teeth a life for a life the very words that define my life a mad dog who dared bite at the hand that feeds all in the name of the greater good the very words that inspired Hitlers solution to the jewish question the very words the us presidents says to justify sacrificing young men and women for the good of all in a war with no name and really no purpose because is sprained democracy really worth leaving people without leaving them widow or at the very least parentless war has no equal for how it can devour generations of people only for the hate to burn in the background and to bleed into the very ground we stand god is just don't fuck with me if god was just I would be dead reunited with my lover no become a shell a human skin worn and torn by a person not even a ghost a cursed character a nameless beast monster hypocrite loveless without feeling have I become the very thing I despise would my lover even recognize me? The man she loved is no more no man is an island and I am going to hell when I die perhaps the deepest layers of hell my life is like one big tragic comedy only no one's laughing now all becomes formless my vengeance is over everything returns to the night forever forgotten formless nonexistent the mirror shows all my dreams crumbling into nothing swallow by darkness and failure the news on the tv the news on radio the news everywhere is such a farse its not even a farse really because it both a farse a joke and a lie born from the need for rose tinted glasses and false promises such a farse but it's not really right because a joke is supposed to be funny but this is both disconnected and I have had enough of this fake and false rose Tinted glass world it's not so beautiful is it or is it something are worth it and some are just a trail of disappointments leading to a even ugly truth because both men and woman alike we grow and spend out childhood out younger years building the foundation of ours life only for the possibility of one small deathly occurrence to take everything and everything we work for and loved is gone in the blink of an eye never to return is death the untimely ultimate goal was life never an option is equality a lie of course it is lies are build on the most biggest of lies based on what we call hope a four latter word we literally torture ourselves looking for only to get dragged down with our hand found in the cookie jar still have to say when love and compassion are conditional are they really what you they are when did love become sucking in your voice hiding your feeling and compassion what a joke nothing more than sympathy given from I'll placed guilt my lips sewed shut forever trapped in my lies my feeling forced to never be seen in the light I love what is love to me? The love my mother has for me well the past is the past I pushed my mother too far and my sisters have disassociate from me so I seek love like a parasite stil this mirror shows my very own love story turned into a tragedy of Shakespeare I wonder was it all worth it was it wrong to ask forgiveness and love I have had enough the shadows of my past come rushing back taunting and haunting me consuming my every thought burning my very soul if I ever had one burning my soul flames all consuming spat from the shadows of the mirror leaving nothing of me no soul no body no legacy no love I am no more I never existed let it be I don't have to suffer this fate any longer Rip The End Death is the final enemy we face in life but let's meet death as a friend for death is the last and ultimate goal but is death the end or the beginning of something new
Shakespeare would love absolutely love telling the story of my life because of its incredible beauty and unforgettable ugly truth that would kill a man inside 10 times over a tragedy of the finest making for every thing at the end is corrupted beneath. It's unbelievable ugly truth of this world and people inside it for even the slightest loving feeling can be corrupted into something truly dark and dangerous vileness deep inside just like the book about Dorian Gray the painting tells all my lies and which sinful truth I pledge allegiance to to tell you the truth no love is ever unconditional like loyalty ever fleeting like a truth hidden within a lie a ever wavering flower of sin this mirror gifted to me decades ago shows my truly disturbing truth and the past sins I to pledge allegiance to for death even decades death is eating away me eternity cursed by a demoness with this mirror ever binding as my shackles and my eternal shame and delusion ever eating my mind and body my sins have come back to haunt me haunting me in the mirror I payed the price for the sins I have committed my sins have come bearing pitchfork and knife's time for me to bear the seeds of my misery and misdeeds I have caused death is my heels yet the release is not there even decades later death is both a release and punishment I am ever feeling the need for rest but am afraid of what I face of the other side hell is earth if so I really am in hell quite a flip side of morals and opinion for death is a everlasting enemy for those who seek to escape its grasping hands gripping the human soul ripping it like tissue paper upon death for who's say there is even a afterlife for one so evil evil is bleed and breed never broken for it is deep in the roots of the people for evil always bleeds than reborn from the ash's of the sins of our ancestors for evil is born in many's ways people or more like me I was a monster out of my greed and my need to feel something other than pain for whatever and wherever god is he clearly not home for the devil walks among us cause my theory has ment because what god would let the world go to hell like this why was I born in miserable conditions was I always ment to lose was I always a cruel loser I know very well I can change myself if I push myself limit but if I do someday maybe I will maybe not be me a puppet on strings like what is the worth of life if death is at the end maybe it's makes me cherish those I still have but I digress where were we oh yes evil is often born of the bad intentions I have seen those who use some variation of for the greater and for the good of all to commit the worst evil known to man still if you think your doing the right thing than is it really evil someone has to for without monsters in human skin civil Society would not work mostly now a days money, speak flower than words or actions for a person morals can always be bought off and money words combined are most dangerous for charisma resources form the greatest of opponents for a man with power has no equal of how fast it own corruption for no man in power can go both ways and be everywhere those who want to stay in control there for have none a man can Evert Square allegiance to money or violence it can not be both for those who speak with money are infinitely weaker than those who speak with their actions for we as a people exist in a social structure where both knowledge action and money equally influence the world we live many can go their days away infinitely ignorant of the way life works And life is like a winner takes all is the very real problem that speaks in night and day either way those who lose are forever forgotten in history and their deeds painted in sin and written down as mistakes it true history is written by the victors but those who live through it forever live with the consequences are the past but if the past is the past than why do those very consequences are affecting us decades later like my actions my sins my consequences my confections like is this my end like hell it is I will instead start this as a new beginning and a new blood river driven tale told by and buried by my sinful consequences driven by bloods blessed blades and lustful lovers for they do go hand in hand for a woman is as dangerous as a man love and trust what dangerous consequences will you bring me this time? What dangerous concepts of life and death mixed into blissful arrogance for the arrogance of man is the end of all it is what will lead to a very deep pit filled with death like was talking things too much was it never a choice it was more like do what i say or bang like is simple like that one mans arrogance we offten pay the price for offen payed in blood and money