His Name Was...

The Dissociation of Manuel Madera

"It is the power of the mind to be unconquerable"
Senec

"Don't you dare step outside,"
The clouds thundered from a distance.
"I shall never forgive you, leaving my side,"
I was begged for my return, this instance.

But, I believe He has more journey's to gift,
For a phantasm lured me to inspect
These insides, where the heart had a rift
Visible to the hollowed and specked.

I was certain she felt, in a quick glimpse,
The lascivious touch of a Deathly finger.
She was skinned by foolishness. It was a jinx.
Paralyzed, I watch in pain that will forever linger.

You tricked me blind, do you not mind?
Life, so quintessential, desperate for light.
Bayoneted from the bare behind,
A victim of deception, tonight, tonight.

It is a battle of Seven armies.
Everlasting, it makes me seem very weak.
I go inside to bury my enemies,
And all I am left with is a heart so bleak.

I believe, after choking on rhymes,
On the behalf of the shattered heart
That one cannot simply mend past times,
But you can break memories apart.

The Holy Dark, beautiful and odd, cornered you
And summoned sorrows for which you yelped.
They are gone now, and for that you should rue.
Rue your existence! You cannot be helped!

Do not fancy about this irresistible reel,
Do not circle around every invigorating sky.
We do not know if this life is real,
So we heed the earthbound pool of lie.

"Memento mori!" I cry to my Sun
And in the corner of my crying eye,
You run towards tomorrow's Son-
With me, holding tight every sigh.

"You! you called it libido, that rush!
But it is nostalgia, not rousing desire.
It runs for the past, from the past, and I blush.
Come for me and sing! and fly higher and higher!

Separate! do not integrate to simplicity!
Believe, don't stop believing now! Fly free.
Believe in your audicity!
Plant yourself and grow like the mighty tree!

There ain't a calm before the storm
But I assures us a lovely peace!
There is no sun, but a villanous swarm
Of gray clouds roaming, unwanted, unpleased.

I want to know what do you see?
Can you see every petite memory
Crawling to your head, letting life be
Where you can hear every vivid melody?

You are worth to sprint and float
Like the wind, like a broken storm
Ready to be restored, made to loath
Every deserted hope, every love deformed.

It is not the end yet, because this street
Is not broken, it is only gray and unexplored.
I will promise to walk, with shoes on my feet,
And touch the wind, hoping my life will be restored.

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