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Wraith

I am a shadow among the shadows

A silent spectator that thirsts

For blood to run freely

Condemned for eternity

A wraith and nothing more

Looking for my salvation

Between the rush of souls

Unaware of death I bring

Or is it life that I give?

-TheElusiveScribe 04102017-

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The Waiting Game

She sits still and in silence

watching the blank screen

empty like her mind,

the cursor blinks tauntingly

again and again and again

waiting impatiently for her fingers

to start dancing on the keys

to spill her thoughts, her memories,

the blood of her enemies

it waits for a confession,

her damning admission

yet she sits there, watching,

waiting

 

-TheElusiveScribe 04092017-

I know I’ve been behind with my daily poetry but I will try to do more today. 

 

 

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Someone

You wrap your sadness around you

Like a cloak, a protection of sorts

Afraid to look, afraid to see

Afraid to feel what could have beens

And you tighten your hold

Upon your loneliness

Never realizing that someone sees you

Your fears and the scars that you bear

Waiting for you to just let go of it all

So you’ll see that you’re someone to somebody

And that somebody is me

-TheElusiveScribe 04022017-

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Wicked

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Oh you wicked spirit
you have a hold on this heart
that bleeds for that elusive feeling
that others professed to be love

You toyed with the dying embers
fanning it into roaring flames
a quick kiss and promises
burned all inhibitions away

That smile you bestow
set butterflies aflutter
attempting to spread their wings
to take flight on love’s embrace

Yet it was all a farce was it not?
The nights when your lips are pressed close to ears
professing love that was just an illusion
and dreams that were meant to shatter

How could anyone resist
that charm you exude
that ensnares starved hearts
helpless under your spell?

Perfect you were in these eyes
but it was just a mask you wore
the devil inside you played me false
luring me into your deadly embrace

Yet you were adored
by hands trailing fingers
feeling the hunger within
feeding it with my own

But now all is silent
even the wind’s whispers are dulled
all that is real is the spreading pain
riding the waves of tears

-©The Elusive Scribe 042214-