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Heart's Lament
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Gothic On a peak of anguish
There sits a citadel
A lonely palace, on the scourge of death
This is my heart’s last lament…
And upon these palace walls, torches burn
An ember so forlornly wavers
The flames do flicker upon these gates
Shedding light to a long lost fate
In a desolate room, on the outskirts yore
Is an iron door, so wide, so dead
This ponderous door holds a prison cell
Come to me, hear the story I tell…
Inside this long lorn room of fear
An innocent child, is chained to the wall
An innocent youth, her age unknown
She sits, on the cold bare cobblestone
The room is dimmed by the wrathful lights
The cobwebs amidst the walls…
The little girl sits, and glances a gaze
And upon her lips, a vacant phrase
This is the personification of pain
This innocent youth, so chained to the wall
The dungeon is no more than my ragged mind
And the chains are PAIN, as pain does confine
The cobblestone is a symbol of utter cold
The walls are a story, yet to be told
And amidst her eyes, an innocent glow
Will she escape? She is never to know
The bleak iron door, is a grim reminder
It taunts her every move
And chained to the wall, she longs for no more
Than for death to free her heart so sore
Her hair is jet black, her eyes are pale blue
Her face is so fair, her lips so true
Her complexion is pale, she’s never seen light
Alas, an innocent youth of the night
Her clothes are tattered, forever frayed
No shoes on her feet, her heels but slaves
She is starving, but no, not hunger for food
She longs to escape, from the cell so crude
Her hunger for passion, burns deep inside
She’s locked in a prison, forever reside
No hope does she hold, for her broken soul
Inside her black heart, a vacant hole
Her eyes are dry, no more tears
Her pain is too much for tears
Long has her face held a frown
Adorning her head, agony’s crown
Her eyes so empty, lacking her youth
Her ears are but deaf, lacking the truth
Along her face, an empty glance
Only longing for just one chance
Across the room, a flicker of hope
A small blue flame of hope…
As hard as she tries, she cannot reach
Around her throat, sorrow’s leash
That vague shard of hope is all she needs
But alas, she cannot reach…
One small touch would suffice
But no, just out of arms grasp
She stares endlessly at that long lost flame
Knowing inside there is NO hope for her
No hope for her lost soul
It is eternal sorrow…
“Bury me deep, bury my soul
Bury my anguish, fill my hole
Slay me now, I beg you please
I beg you, bury me deep”
These are the words from her lips
She only longs for her own crypt
Knocking on hopes door
Only for to be ignored
Another mocking emblem near her reach
A dagger’s blade, could quell her speech
Somewhat closer than the flame
But she can’t reach, to end her pain
Day by day, she lashes out
Just to reach the taunting knife
ALMOST, she can feel the hilt
She longs for her own blood to be spilt
Then one dark day, the realization…
There is no way out
The iron-clad chains embrace her
She cannot escape
She cannot reach the flame, nor the knife
She cannot end her life
Destined to sit in misery
Destined to live in strife
She leans upon the cold wall
Waiting another day
Waiting another month
Waiting another year
Her hair grows gray, her eyes grow deep
Still her endless eyes don’t weep
Closer and closer every day
To reaching the knife, an ending astray
But above her head hangs a string of faith
This small shred of light in her life
This meager string above her
She can reach it…
With a swift motion
She grabs the string
And clutches it near her heart
NOW, she at least owns something
Something vague, yet true…
Vulgar, yet peaceful all at once…
Then she knows what she must do…
As she leans upon the elder wall
A more comforting notion she attains
Even through faith, her hope is still lost
She’s destined to live in pain
Faith… is much better than hope
An ounce of faith, is ten of hope
And faith transcends, where hope begins…
However, more comforting is hope…
For it veers your soul to rest…
This dim-lit room, where she resides
Is where her endless pain confides
And her soul shall coincide, with the dreary pains of life
Whilst her shadow nearly mocking
And her clock, so slowly tocking
The truth is somewhat shocking...
She wishes for the knife…
As she thrust her fist against the wall
Hard she tries, won’t end it all
And her heart’s lament is true to me…
As is pain and misery…
Never will she leave that room
Her eyes only set for doom
Her heart shall break, one thousand times
So weaves this leery loom
Dreams are made winding through her head
Thoughts of grotesque, thoughts of long since dead
Dreams do kill the light, and light to stray from this
Alone she sits, in blackened cell, the innocent mistress
Open anger, and, free all hate
None can spare her from this, this distant fate
“Free me now, I beg to thee
Free from all my misery
Torment too great
Torment, and fate
Spare me, I can’t take this…”
“I beg you, kill me, kill me, kill me…”
She does whimper, again and again
Archangel of hatred, brewing within
Time’s grim trials speak her words
From her pain she cannot be deterred
I have long been in pain…
This grim mistress is MY pain…
She is a symbol of my misery…
The lonely girl, shackled by depression…
She is my mind… none other than my mind…
Dreams still flow now, within her brain
Nothing spares her from this pain
Longs for death but cannot reach
Still confined by her lonely leash
In her head…. In MY head…
In her heart… through MY heart…
Dreams not fading, from her mind
Nothing aiding, to her confines…
In her MIND, in MY mind…
Through her veins… through MY veins…
Years have passed now, she still sits
All alone now, in her pit
Hair so gray and, skin so pale
Eyes still dry, so ends this tale
Still out of reach, the knife
Still out of reach…
Alone she sits, and no tears to comfort her
All alone, she leans upon her well-known wall
She grasps the chains, around her breast
Nothing puts her soul to rest
Now she’s fading, into the abyss
Nothing aiding, my dear mistress
Time is churning, out more pain
Nothing frees her, from these chains…
Free her now while you have the chance
Take a knife and free me from my stance
All alone she sits in discontent
This is the tale of my heart’s last lament
