Albie's Poems and Stories and Stuff

[Albie]

Back before I drew all the time, I used to write all the time.  So I figured I'd make a topic about my writing if anyone is interested.  I generally make poetry and stuff like that.  So here is my first one that I call Conversation With Fate

Spoiler for Hidden:

The blood trail will lead to me for my skin is at the cleaners
Soaked and rinsed the bacteria will surely be gone
Stained by the salt of life burned by the cold bleach of sunlight
A memory deemed fiction no matter the eon

Brain dead and brought to life to do as they say
Their tongues whip as I hold the heirloom
The scent of fresh air tainted with the smell of the corpse
For into my conscience is buried the tomb

The curdled blood tries to boil
For my love is turning to hate
The hate will remain as it always was
My feelings of crimson in a colorless fate

The makeup plasters the hideous scars
A portion of my soul escapes as the boils burst
Attracted to the moon as a moth to flame
Hidden in the craters amongst the lovers who are cursed

The porcelain spine holding the tree of life
For the succubus to drink the sap that is poured
Living forever I will lie at your feet
Crushed under the boot from my only lord

I can see the furthest atom in the Milky Way
As faithful as your eyes
A figment of extinct compassion is shown in imagination
As the guillotine comes down I pray I’m wise

My life may be before my eyes
But my life is not a flicker in yours
Born with the luck of the living
And dead with the same that restores

Your teeth which I had seen for a smile
And so too as a grimace
Not for your love or for your hate
But for your feeling of indifference

That had been the past and the future
For the present is a pain to bear
I shall always defend you in hell
For you bent my knees and had me pray to air

I tire of the hiking to only leap off a cliff
For just a moment of cool air to hit my skin
I’ll look to the sky and see the clouds drift away
As the stones come close I’ll meet my new kin

Just the emotional being waiting for your love and compassion
With disappointment waiting amongst the unique pyre
For if you were to ever show me love
My suicide shall be justified by believing a liar

Your death for me I may deem harsh
And I will never understand it on the surface
And in a thousand lives I will live
Just to repeat this purpose

Anger and sadness come with joy and fortune
Although the recipe for each varies
The spices of mine will be ground
And held as real as gods and faeries

So convey me back into your heaven
To see your desires and smell the folklore
For mine will be scattered in the dreams of the buried
To try to collect once more