Wolf Sea

Blink,

for it’s a last

as last can be first

“they” say or “he”

Reminded of dreams,

his sorrow, the black sea.

 

Sunken–beyond deep in deprivation.

Listen to his depravity.

That first wall,

now last,

–Pitch black–

His clear room, stripped–

shown for it’s true cracks,

Patches of no more,

for no excuses hit his floor.

Feel for his depravity.

As he is no more–Or, same not.

For his seeds did rot.

Destruction he created, for a life destroyed

They’re winning

feel his heart stop–As no thump popped–

No, it’s gone–As he deserves nothing but–

Feel his depravity.

Love he tainted for nothing can he—Only thee manipulated

Himself— Thrown back to this black sea.

For nothing sight to see

for no fight to be…

Feel his deprivation,

deprived of the illusion vacation

–Sink with him–

but don’t stay.”

For its only his place.

Move before his depravity

Thy beg, pleads to move for the next day

Sun’s always minutes too late.

Shine upon empty graves for depravity took thee away.

Leave him, for he needs to stay–

He is deprived and full of regret…

As “he” would say.

Je suis fatigue de moi-meme.

For her, A lovely day he prayed.

Cason B. Wagner

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Sinless Regret

Written by Cason Wagner




As you struck me down,

Or as We’ve fallen…. The ground looked softer than ever.  Pillars piled, screams of child, hold their hand and just smile.

Strike my back, the licks of cows, faint of breath. Just keep that smile. Hold their hands for a longer while.

Need not know of pain, until it’s done we shall be friends. Like thee, hold thy hands. A strife of blessings, a blessing so short,  Happy but sad–Welcome back my boy.

Listen for laughter, for laughter is magic.

No,

A magician, with no happy ever after. Too shall hold thy hands, see no pain through windows formed by man.

Thee stated, hold their hands and smile for thee. An illusion of the sea for sight.

Please breathe.

A Last Piece

Don’t know what to say

Yes child, never gone but unseen. Like the wind in your ear.

Truly the whisper, bitter like his tea.

“Fear is an illusion”

What other illusion thy soaked in,

Unfortunate relapse

“It’s back”

Another prelude or an End.

Sit and watch as The Fallen commence.

C. B Wagner