E Nigma


~the Codex~ - Poem by E Nigma

Came from the islands
Were the sirens and their stolen symphony of a
Violence where the giants took humanity

You're handed a key to your curse
Birthed and spread like a virus
The imagination gets worse
As you recant all of the silence

The tears of a crying dream
Bleed out all over the altar
Innocence of ignorance
Structured the order of chaos

In the beginning you seek to see
The end of disorder
Your spirit believes
Because it sees your reflection over waters

And under the deep, There is a dark
Subconscious part of me that fights
To remember how it all started and dies
To forget an avant-garde creation of an artists deception

It paints a collection of souls passing through a vortex
They converge to a toll
Where they're handed a codex

Black and white you see in your infancy
But the light you breathe is your destiny

Topic(s) of this poem: thinking


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 7, 2015



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