Thine Own Disease
Current mood: betrayed
Category: Friends

The Withered Love;
The Severed Dove;
Serenity in the Piece I Find in my Subtle Rhyme.
Canto upon this Time of Divine Surreal Time!

Thou has left Mine own Thine for Dead!
Caressed my heart to the Abyss;
The dimensions of hell;
Plaguing the vessel;
Taking my soul to the succeeding levels!

Divine is the Pit where I sit upon the Liars Chair;
Throne, befit for Only I who sit upon My Own Writ!
The rite of sealed blood and stained plight;
paralyzed minds avast surround the nature of my fame stricken tassel!
Swift as the Tale moves as the Dragon Slips unto Another Slit!
Ah! Forsaken for the Divine Sweat sweeping across Thy Brow,
Another stride from the Dragon is Inside of Thy;
The mind, The Eye, Never give in to thyself and Deny!
This right that of mine which is that;
Thine is Mine, I am Divine!
Pure evil!?
 and Dragon am I?!

Resonance of Truth!?
 my Bearer of Light?!

Truth is not which thou hast seek!
Thy seek est veils and masks painted upon their mural of Illusion!


Casting thy circle;
 The loops to thee back in times of Three!
 of thy own limited panted and muted mime!
Comes forth;  as my mirror hoists its cast back unto thee!

I am bore not of form,
Solid Not I,
Blind I See, Forth Willing I!
 Strive harder as the Last!!?
 Softest with the Touch Am I!
Fluidity Sweeps thy Womb;
Validity in Mine Epic!
 Thine Soliloquy of Mine Divine!
 Witch is That!?
 Sweeping Tails in an Endless Tale;
Thee, Thy Striving Force that thou Love Unto Me!
It is until;
 I lay rest and piece that giveth back forth unto Thee!
I End Thy Vow!

Forward and Stumble thou wilt,
Forever Nourished thou art;
Endless and Soulless is Eye!
Forsaken!
 Thou must be,
To endlessly think;
Thou hold thy candle flicker flask,
Have thee unto me thee power to deceive.

Thine divinities restless sight!
Is that which brew in your endless night,
Haunted are Thy?!
By the Beauty of the Lovers Wilt;
Sacred as Lily in Her Amaranth Blossom!

Cursed upon thy naught!
 Given in to thy Ignorance;
 I give unto thy words caught!

So roll upon thy bed sit in turmoil as I bleed my love in this severed endeavor;
Restless be Forever In Thee Form of thy Turmoil!
Sit upon thy Hell in Endless Toil!
For thy have spilled thy spirit for thine own divine!
Forsaken Me and My Righteous Lovers Please!
Thou Love was not even close to being Thine Own Disease!


with Love;

Sebastciaun T. Censtcuriaus