Occultic Impromptu No.1

An eternal fire burns hither
And nevermore the chill crosses its banks
Hour onto seconds
Centuries into a year

A scarred tree that never grows
A road of heavy stones and hooven cracks
Virile or vile or vain or violated
Patience draws its grave, forgiving its kindness

An eternal chill burns hither
and nevermore the fire spreads its plains
Gouge the hate with a tear
Tie the wound in twine

Forget the painful immortality
Forget the vainful hopes
Honor dies for no man
Honor dies for one self

Die for the destruction
Live for the self-destruction
An eternal promise held
Forget the rest

Lies dug my hole
Truths paid the ferryman
I lay under the moon
Stolen from the world under its hue

Sale is on the forsaken world
Bought in blood that is absent
I save the tears for when I mourn
Mourn for the ghosts as I rise above my grief

A fool's crown for I am nobody, but somebody
A hero to my villainy
A stagnate hole for a generous tree
My future is lost, but found again and again

I drink to my friends, a dry tongued gesture
I drank to myself, a realistic dagger to an eye
If I toss the dagger, would it hurt someone
I certainly hope so, my mentality fails to remember

Morbidity, serenity, occultism, quite an array
Understand the unknown, ignore the rest
Understand my peace, forget the rest
Understand my corruption, forgive the rest

A ghost to chase is a life of an iron grip
He keeps seemingly slip my grasp
My opposite and my side of the past
Am I a plague in their veins

Why fight for the light when unheralded
Heaven's dirty secret under the tainted grass
I sang my alpha
I danced my omega

An old man's young body
A tree of life with a fresh bark
Peering over scared critters
They soon forsake that tree