I Do Not Know How To Achieve Victory. All I Can Do Is Endure And Hope. Whether I'm Saved In The Instant

I do not know how to achieve victory. All I can do is endure and hope. Whether I'm saved in the instant or forgotten and lost; the world will go on spinning, so long as someone can dance on it.

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

To My Mentors, My Saviors, and My Lovers

The light behind the eyes has faded

The muses long forgot

The nephilim dreams all invaded

By a world that broke the plot

Psions of our worst iniquities have gathered for the feast

And now, no love, no inspiration can quiet the yowling beast

Once, there were so many saviors that light could only grow

But now, after so many failures, where did they all go?

Pierced upon prides great folly, they've broken all their wings

Tell me then my mourning witness, can you accept such things

Who remains to ressurect great Osiris?

Perhaps the dreamers know, but too far fled are all their lovers

I don't believe they'll show.

A path too long trodden by fools that can not comprehend

And once the last Satyr stops his mournful dance

That's when the nightmares win

So my grace is slow and falters lost, yet not forgot

But my courage fled long ago and left me here to rot

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

It can be sublime, bittersweet, and terrifying to experience someone becoming who they always were.

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

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How long has it been since I've seen your face

Kissed you deeply and been drunk on the taste

How long has it been since your embrace

Wrapped tightly around, holding me in place

My life and my bed are empty without you

Can't breathe, can't sleep, can't dream without you

Without you, all hope is lost

So I scream, and I cry and pray you'll return no matter the cost

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

Hatred

Waking every morning is a labor of malice and hatred

Clawing my body back from sleeps peacefully semblance of death

I do not long for this world I do not desire it

There is no bounty or passion in its embrace

My mind and my soul are desperate for the finality of oblivion

Yet, every day, I wake not because of life or love but in spite of it

I will not accept the damnation of my end

Not until I have outlived the pallid, white faced ghosts of my past regrets

I can't accept my death until I have ushered every one of them to their's

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

Holding On

How many loves have I carried

How many broken hearts

Is it any wonder I fell apart

All of me broken, scattered to the wind

Bereft of my soul, where to begin

Still I hold on chasing echoes of you

Now, at my last, what more can I do

My heart is full of holes, I cannot fill

A heart bleeding from you and still

I'm holding on, draining my will

Death gathers like smoke, moves in for the kill

My path is clear, and my mind is set

As my life and light fade, I'll never forget

The look of you, your taste, your feel

Pieces of you that are still real

I'll make a way to you. My passion remains

Driving me forward despite the pain

I'm still holding on, I thought you should know

I'm still holding on though you've let me go.

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr