[vessel] Edited Poem by Empath In flames

Beware of my vessel,
You may not like what you see.
It's the pain you have forced upon my intelligence to forget.
And yet this vessel,
is still around…

Like a scar...
At first comes the pain..
Endowment, My emotive face.
Fading into a symbolist gesture,
Of a feeling proceeds
In there is a portrait of you,
Smiling beside the ocean front.

I picture within the picture.
An imagery of beauty
taken by your natural colours.
My compulsive blood,
Trickles down
your milky white skin.
There lies the blade…
Of suppressing voices,
Instructing me to kill,
Still sharp…
Still black….

Like the feather,
On the day we first met,
Equipped into the very quill
that recorded my thoughts
directly to you.
My passionate words,
Orchestrated my fanatical hands
the conductor,
Was my heart….
It was my mind…
To paint a portrait
of an image of you.

In containment
is a piece of string.
My longing desire to you.
Un-measured by metrical,
Imperial, My Queen.

Leaders of few….
Leaders by many….
Entrance me
with your majestical gaze,
I am but a fool.
A laughing joke,
Here to entertain
your superior tease.
My weakness is nothing more,
Than a sick game you wish to play.
I may fail,
while other succeed.
I'm am not in it for the prize,
I'm it to be noticed.
Something…..
Anything…..

Your blinded by light,
I am too darkened to see.
But that spot you glance
at the corner of your eye is me.
Beware of this vessel.
Understanding opens is the key.
Time is irrelevant,
The cracked split face,
Of a dwelling clock.

~The Empath~