The Noose

The Noose Nov 2013

Who she could have been is who she was
Going back to trace the remnants of her former self
but you can't leave footprints on concrete
Permanent alteration

She can't imagine future
The past is too harsh to mention
The words stick in the back of her throat

Obscuration of triumphs by all the tragedies that reign
A sullen disposition ingrained in her entire being
Looking at the world through jade-coloured glasses
She's too young to be this cynic

You can see the sadness in the brown of her irises
A kind of sadness that strikes a chord

The Noose Nov 2013

The Fallen

Once remembered as beauteous blue-eyed angels
Who assiduously served the creator
Now they curse him from the pits of their cold hearts

Once deemed the holy ones
Who shined the brightest

Free will and they chose evil over good
The greatest sin, unpardonable!
Defiance against heaven itself

The fallen and their father, the angel of light
Whose actions gave way to torment
Cast down from heaven down to the
earth
Unholy unions with humans they created and sired the nephilim

God descended upon them and brought the flood
Wiped out all of mankind from the face of the earth except for a few holy ones who weren't tainted
The fallen did not all perish
Some seeked refuge in the seas
They inhabit the waters as demons
Seeking retribution
With rayless halos and ruptured wings
They continue to sin
Polluting mankind

Come judgement day they will be cast down into hell into the eternal darkness
To melt in the sea of fire
For all eternity

They cannot be redeemed for their sins will remain

Listen as God cries at what has become of his creation

The Noose Nov 2013

Compel me

Secrets dripped out from the core of you
And invaded my bones
You unsealed a can of worms to let it’s contents violently spill out
Then you wrenched away the sheep's clothing you once occupied

I felt the person you were depreciate right in front of my eyes
My best friend!
I felt the tremble in your voice
So innocent holding your breath
You bury yourself beneath this self-imposed definition of who you think you are

I hold your problems in my hands
I care too much
Someday that will be my downfall

I feel this petulant need to repress this information…
this truth…
I can forsee it being a burden that will weigh on me

I was hoping perhaps you could compel me to forget.

The Noose Nov 2013

Existence is a burden

The sun rises too soon
Morning comes like an accusation
The dawn melodies of the birds once were of a creativity
Now all they sing are emphatic repertoires of dirges, that tremble my very bone

The stillness in the air is doused in old hopes and frail dreams..
And lingering disappointment
The air is too thick...
It's asphyxiating

Walking the halls of monotony
Forced enthusiasm is now for real

Much like a leech the mid-afternoon sun ***** the life out of your soul
So you cross your fingers and hope that existence will not make a loser of your soul
That would be the greatest tragedy

When the night comes
The leaves start falling
Happiness was never in season anyway.

The Noose Nov 2013

My Queen

The apathy that which she harbours has rubbed off on me
And we are bleeding into each other.

The Noose Nov 2013

Diminishing returns

Certain aspects of my life have remained constant
While I have been increasing my efforts so I can accomplish my objectives farther

The results I am achieving are not in proportion to my efforts
The more effort I put in
The more the fruits of my labor diminish
Negative returns from relentless pursuits
Perhaps there is such a thing called trying too hard
I am failing to move farther up the curve of productivity
Life has become a slippery *****
Where the more I try, the only direction I head is down

I am craving a violent re-invention
I have not reached my full potential
And yet I seem to be stifled.

This was inspired by the Law of diminishing returns theory in economics. Hope it's not lame.

The Noose Nov 2013

Ruination

The night sky ruptured and bled crimson
The souls of tortured and restless spirits of the departed descended upon us....
Hovered around us

Their defeaning twisted screeching and whispers fell into our trembling ears

Those who took refuge in the fort that cannot be touched by the unholy denied us entry
We begged and knocked until our knuckles bled
Till our fingernails fell off

The ground crumbled beneath us
Opened a giant sink hole to oblivion

Trapped in the shackle of near damnation
Motionless
All we could do was endure the inescapable ruination