Lamentable Joys

[Celticprince]

We're all part of fates ploy,
pawns in their games,
living days of lamentable joy,
To them none have names,

We must accept the strife,
The trials and tests,
We endure in this life,
Makes us our best,

Treasure the memories,
The time yet to be,
Remember the stories,
Theres lots more to see,

Though I may live in lament,
I accept I'm fates toy,
There's no way to prevent,
my lamentable joys,

[Celticprince]

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An uneasy revolution,
At war in my soul,
no sign of resolution,
I'll never be whole,

I once felt full,
That feeling is lost,
Only deaths faithful,
There at all cost,

A silent mourning,
To my dead soul,
tired of the scorning,
For lives that I stole,

The emptiness inside,
Eats at my mind,
I've been cast aside,
by the one light I find,

Now in darkness I die,
This slow aching death,
All alone I will lie,
Til my final breath

[Celticprince]

Burdened

Alone I awake,
Absolved to my fate,
I am about to break,
The burdens too great,

This burden of sorrows,
This burden of pain,
With each day grows,
While my strength wains,

A servant of night,
Trapped in the darkness,
I yearn for the light,
To escape from the madness,

Broken and alone,
I stand from bed,
Unable to atone,
Sinking to red,

[Celticprince]

Stilled

An epitaph of silence,
All there is to see,,
From a life of violence ,
The hatred consumes me,

Embracing my fate,
I live with no joy,
Sorrows my state,
My smiles are a ploy,

Cursed by the earth,
For the blood That I spilled,
From my moment of birth,
I should have been killed.

[Celticprince]

Friday Night

Another friday night,
Alone in the masses,
A fallacy of delight,
For the stranger that passes,

A smile appears briefly,
At a memory of her,
The pain bites more deeply,
More memories stir,

The scent of her hair,
The touch of her hand,
A vision so fair,
Unmatched by our land,

The smile disappears,
The mask is replaced,
Over unfell tears,
For a vow erased.

[Celticprince]

Lost

So lost and confused,
In anguish and joy,
Left broken and bruised,
Fallen like Troy,

Lost in adulation,
With no return,
So I seek my devastation,
Around each corner I turn,

My soul now a tempest,
Of joy and pain,
So many tests,
Lifes hard to maintain,

To live is to suffer,
A wise man told me,
So alone I wander,
Til death sets me free,

[Celticprince]

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Fate endures me,

Cursed by the powers,

Their secrets I see,

Til the worlds final hours,

Born to the dark,

Lost to the light,

A dying spark,

Fades in the night,

A mask of glee,

To hide my pain,

A mask of sorrow,

To hide my disdain,

Cursed are the wise,

With the knowledge to see,

To see through the lies,

Why must this be,

My wisdom brings pain,

And the solitude of sorrow,

Like and unending rain,

Is there hope for tomorrow.

[Celticprince]

Known

I tire of your inventions,
This game set to end,
I see through your deceptions,
My vengeance descends,

I'll breach your deceipt,
I've breached your threats,
For a big mouth in the street,
See what you get,

When you speak my name,
It's fear in your eyes,
Make your false claim,
Keep whispering lies,

I left you alone,
Yet you continued your slander,
Too many insults thrown,
For me not to counter,

I know of your lust,
I know how you fell,
I know of how you broke trust,
But I'll never tell,

The truth will be known,
Just wait and see,
It will come on it's on,
Needing no help from me.

[Celticprince]

Exiled Soul

An exiled soul of sorrow,
On a journey of lament,
Cursed to see tomorrow,
For honor unrecant,

In this world of fallacy,
The honest man is lost,
The price to end this malady,
Is far too high a cost,

So turning to the fated,
Truth his only crime,
Head held elated,
He stands his test of time,

For this soul of anguish,
This son of the land,
Is too proud to vanquish,
Pays liege to no man.

[Celticprince]

Wrath

The wind roars,
A fierce cry of revenge,
My spirit soars,
Prepared to avenge,

The crimes against nature,
Crimes against man,
She tires of our torture,
Of brother and land,

Now we suffer her wrath,
Souls led astray,
Forgetting the path,
They slander the old ways,

For a god of wealth,
Made by mortal hands,
Their god of filth,
that defiles our lands,

So many lost,
strayed from the path,
An unknown cost,
As we suffer her wrath.

[Celticprince]

Taken

These thoughts I ponder,
With each breath,
Alone I wander,
In search of death,

Alone and confused,
Tired and lost,
Weary and abused,
Lifes constant cost,

When will it end,
When can I go,
No more will I bend,
For lifes muses show,

So what is in store,
What more can be taken,
I'm dead on the floor,
Though my flesh refuses to be taken.

[Celticprince]

Bleeding Soul

So deeply alone,
This bleeding soul,
So many sins to atone,
Before I am whole,

A loss of love,
Burns deep within,
Cursed from above,
For some unknown sin,

My joy stolen,
In a moment so brief,
My life taken,
I lay dead with grief,

Each day I rise,
To be killed again,
By the love in her eyes,
The love she disdains,

Too much pain,
Too heavy a toll,
Too much of a strain,
On this bleeding soul.

[Celticprince]

All For None

We suffer a world of Damnation,
Alone we drown,
Within it's moral depravation,
Our lives a complacent lockdown,

It woos and purrs,
With a slash of its whips,
It mutters kind words,
As it sews shut our lips,

It tells us what to see,
It tells us what to think,
Tells us we're free,
While it tightens the links,

Watch as the slaves fall in line,
All one and the same,
With same thought and mind,
Carbon copies of differing names,

Are they one of the whole,
Merely a part of one,
Robot people with broken souls,
So what appears one is truly none.