Hope Eternal

Send me to a different dream,
Filled with lies,
And distant beliefs.
Bring me a sword,
To fill the lines,
And make absent our griefs.

I did not dispute,
The loss,
Or gain,
Of the eternal.
If my truth,
In my truth,
Disheartened,
Or obscured,
Your opinions,
Know that my lines,
Do not lie,
Nor breach the truth,
Of the fact that is,
Was or were.

Where I coincide,
Where I abide,
Whether I live and die,
Is my right to decide,
And shall not be disputed,
Save by me,
My thoughts,
And mine.

Hope is,
And always will be,
A once and future,
Eternity.
The dreams of those,
Who hope,
Who lie,
Who die,
May not be all the same.
But they are,
What they are.
Beautiful.

In my boredom,
Listening to my symphonies,
Dreaming of my anarchy,
My Apocalypse,
And Bellum,
Pestis,
Tabes,
And Mors,
I find that though,
While I may seem sickly,
Designed to be the picture of Insanity,
Viridi Irae,
I am who I am.
I am,
I am,
And always will be,
Always,
Be consumed by my darkness,
Consuming the darkness,
With my Fury.

ISA