[vessel] 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 its still around.

Like a scar...
At first the pain.
Endowment, My emotive face.
Fades into a symbolist gesture,
Of the feeling that it proceeded.
In there is a picture of you, smiling.
Beside the ocean front.

I picture within this picture.
An imagery of beauty taken by your natural colours.
My compulsive blood tears down your milky white skin.
There lies the blade…
That suppressed eternal voices, instructing me to kill,
Still sharp and still black.
Like the feather on the day we first met,
Equipped into quill that recorded my thoughts directly to you. My passionate words,
Orchestrated my fanatical hands,
the conductor being my heart and mind.

To paint a portrait of the image of you,
In containment is a piece of string.
My longing desire to you.
Un-measured by metrical,
Imperial Queen….
Leaders of few,
Leaders by many.
Entranced within your majestical force,
I am but a fool.
A laughing joke, entertaining 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 this lock.
Time is irrelevant,
The cracked, split face of a dwelling clock.

~Empath~