Book Of Pain (Part One )

...And the Dragon sheds the last tear,
His happiness an illusion.
Driving promises of lies told to self,
Unbearable,
unbelievable,
unrelentless pain,
self-inflicted for my soul's humility.
It is a sad thing
when there is no-one to blame.
Packaged
and sold against self imprisonment
and denial,
pulsing veins of blackest sin.
My scales absorb the pain as my teeth
grind fault loudly,
making damn sure my ears
carry every word and feeling of betrayal
to my inner core of emotion.
Forming glaciered icebergs
of regret and self delusion as crystals
form caverns
in what was once my beating heart.
Misery unbearable
just as the mists of Avalon fade
so shall this Dragon be,
washed away by the tears of time,
magnified.
Hope has been plucked from the sod
as hate and disgust replace your mindset,
although unspoken,
omnipresent.
As I suspend one last time
My scales rot
and turn to compost
as tears nourish the poison
of brokenness, defining my existence.
I hope what you long for finds you soon,
erasing the pain I etched upon' your soul.
Dismissed
Cut loose with the sharpest of swords.
I don't exist,
only an illusion with breath
created just for you.
Awaiting the moment, anticipating
the storm of hindsight,
embracing the woes of death, realized
But you are wrong.
I do breathe and I do bleed,
although every thing
I touch turns to shit
It doesn't lessen the formless
love I hold for you,
mistake acknowledged.
As blackness fills my eyes
my memory serves me well,
reminding me of what once was
and what shall never be.
Taunting me
with whispers of fault and blame,
forming as beads of forgiveness
mingled with the wrath
of never forget,
roses of vengeance applied.
My soul deduces the rational
of perfection set forth
in unattainable means,
stone driven blades designed
to rip, coming and going.
Aspiring to produce
maximum agony and blood blackest.
Seasons are unpredictable
and rain consumes my world.
Crimson tears splashed
upon the rocks of a wasteland.
I will swallow
with my eyes wide shut as I lay prone
in the warmest of graves,
Remaining formless
as I end the suspension
and gain what reward I have
created for my eternity of alone...