Strydar Enox

Quickly I run, faster I spun,
through the day now night 'tis begun,
quicker the rain splashing the same.
still my heart races the same what has cause my endless pain.
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The plague came today,
swift and unceasing,
the rats and vermin ming'ling while feasting
upon the corpses that clog the way.
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Fluttering the wings have caste.
O're the land the butterflies swarm.
Mountains they conquer, forests they feast;
Delicious nectar they fly to seek.
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Quicken the Winds; Faster he spins.
Death and Destruction he Spirals within.
Rage is his Power, its sorrow disaster.
And yet his eye continues to spin.
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From days to nights from nights to days;
Life diminishes no more games.
The Rain has been falling the skies have turned black.
tears once spouted now shed with blood.
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Quicker the beats flow; The perfection of emotion.
Faster its Speed Grows; The signs of love.
More so its warmth shows; a prisoner to the soul.
Rapidly it then jumps; A fright outspoken.
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With each day's breath a new one rises,
First bitten by the cold the yule winds freezing.
Each moment colder then the one that past.
Faster they freeze, no warmth has last.
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I really want to write a poem from my mind,
Yet I find it clustered with no escape in time.
In the past what I wrote ‘twas emotion it spoke.
Falling like rains just stories of my pains.
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Waking in a world so full of life, its hard to find oneself.
Hard to see past the lies, hard to deal with reasons we cry.
Yet pressured we remain looking for answers in time.
What do we find? truth in disguise. Reasons to hate.
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Where do we find what brings us joy?
Is it a gift from Santa, maybe a toy?
Is it holding our family and been being accepted?
Is it in torment of others that inspires you laugh?
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Thumping sounds invade my mind,
I'm lost with no record of where to find.
The savage beats my mind retreats only to be thrown again.
A savage swipe on my upper right as the pain grows and grows.
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One might find themselves lost within the sirens call,
A pleasing serenade, a savage escalate, a crunch and your flesh will marinade.
She cooks and enlightens with more herbs and spices, than the Cajun on the bayou.
Once her song has touched your ears there is nothing you can do.
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Nothing is ever given freely;
Love
I'll let you beat upon it;
My heart,
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Butterflies flutter their wings in the park.
Praying mantises come and rip them apart.
A messed up analogy its just another tragedy.
I slaughtered my metaphor as if it were casually.
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Rain, pain, insane, just plain.
Been maimed, not tame, Emotions to blame.
More rage, I can't gauge. Not even with a sharp blade
No words Persuade, No emotions fade; Nor masochistic Sade.
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DMT
Ignite
Inhale smoke
My mind melts
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You know, I've never been a religious man,
Never held in contempt the sins my flesh demands.
Though my mind might be truant, my emotions lie fluent.
Obsessing with reasons and faith to pursue it.
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Explosions of fire, frozen in ice.
Victims of addictions seized by their vice
A world without color, a world without strife.
Ease the edge forward, feel the knife's bite.
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I find the secrets of life in the food I eat,
the water I drink and the people I meet.
The sands of the beach, the winds that do screech
Within all I find my wisdom.
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We all smile, and dance, and sing in the shower
Why must we all be judgeful and cower?
A slight bit a luck, and courage be blamed,
Should we be careful of ego when rising to fame?
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