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HeartCore Oct 2017
The girl who's stronger than me
Retained a wonderful composure before temptation.
As she watched the skull on my wrist,
Count time.
and in my mind,
I heard a soothing sound.
The notion of her crime
The grasping vibrations of my fingers running through the creation of her beautiful nature
that which empowers my imagination:
The awakening pitch of click clack.
She striked the cage that held my heart
Yet she never turned back.

Something new grew in the chambers
That which holds my new commander
Leading the beat of my heart.

The woman who showed me love
Left a trace of dying amber.
Her memories burn
leaving the after image,
of our consecrated union.
She's the archangel that watches over me.
And me the archangel not wanting to return to heaven.

Life after death as she called it.
A beautiful Lie after a sad truth
I shouldn't love you she said.
Making the final decision of our beautiful youth.

The lady who enjoys the virtue of my soul
Excavating the depths of my interests.
Found such a romantic soul, whom
Cried out of the joy that she brought,
Bringing new faith to my epileptic heart.

But she too was an episode.

A recurring dream of my world.
The repeating cries of my soul
The dictators of my heart
Who left in my chambers
Their beautiful art.
I don't completely forget. If I did i would be rejecting my self. These experiences  dictate who I am to be, and I don't want to reject my own identity
Iris Nyx Feb 2016
I strolled down Teeter Avenue
A sway in my step
A tug at my cheek
On the way to the bridge

The green fought through prison stone
And the clouds filled in my umbrellas shift
The waters below were singin'
Such a beautiful song

I took off my jacket
And set it aside
On a gay, tattered bench
An omen no one could hide

I took up a step
Into levels so free
And flung to my death
All while you watched me

— The End —