We Are All Of Us In Turn, User Then Used; Thus, The Shameful Cycles Repeat Time And Time Again Forever.

We are all of us in turn, user then used; thus, the shameful cycles repeat time and time again forever.

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

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

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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

War

In the dark that lingers before the dawn

There in all heroes and monsters spawn

Born of doubt or hope, virtue or sin

Their battles are waged deep within

A life addled restless mind

That dreams fitfully, restlessly in kind

The truest semblance of promised death

A dreamers sleep of peace bereft

To wake when one victor has the say

Guiding the thoughts an entire day

Till nights embrace beckons them in

For the fight to begin again

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