
...And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming... ...my draught of passion hath been deep; I reveled and I now would sleep... Edgar Allen Poe If I have marked a post with #scruffysatyr it is my original work.
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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
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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
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
It can be sublime, bittersweet, and terrifying to experience someone becoming who they always were.
C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr
Finally
Finally, at last, the moment has come
I'm battered and broken, my body is numb
As I lay at full length, the demons have won
You may think poorly, of me in defeat
But I tell you truly my victory is sweet
No more trials are left to complete
And so may I rest in this plot
To no longer ply an earthly lot
Sleeping, eternal in this spot
While I lay sleeping at peace in my head
So contentedly, I lay at length in this bed
You can not help but think me dead
But do take heed, whatever it seem
As I asleep, awake from this dream
Embracing realities glorious gleam
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