Knight In Distress Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Knight In Distress

Rating: 5.0


Traveling the river of roads.
And then the heart explodes.
Can't be moved no matter how mighty the flame or torch.
Love, and loss.
Rippling across the countryside.
Oh how quiet were those nights.
When we up look up at skies glimmering stars.
Holding each other in our arms.
Dreaming, always dreaming with not a care in the world.
If I could have one wish, oh I how would want this once again.
The very last kiss.

But with blood as paints.
There was a battle between a knight and saint.
So noble, and indestructible.
So innocent yet with the truth comes so much power.

A debt of gratitude, a dash of regret.
Of the fisherman's boat from which the net has been cast.
Time to pull it in yet again.
Yes lets see that worthy catch.
Want to make a bet?
It will never quite meet my expectations.
Just another replacement.
And I hate myself for it.
Each and and every time.
Just another lonely good bye.

But with blood as paints.
There was a battle between a knight and saint.
So noble, and indestructible.
So innocent yet with the truth comes so much power.
So much power.

Feeling so manipulated.
Just get out of my head.
How come the dead don't stay dead?
Straight out of a zombie apocalypse horror flick.
They walk among us.
A reminder of who are the real victims.
Slashes across the wrist, a empty whiskey bottle and 24 pills.
A trip down memory lane.
Running from flashing lights.
So blinded by the shock and awe.
Surprise, surprise, he comes the rising sun.
And with it dawn of it.
With dawn of it.
And the whole kitchen sink hits you.
Oh the pain.
Cactus spines running across the skin.
From the outside slowly making there way in.
All you can see and feel is self destruction because your luck has just run out.
As if a timer was set.
And it just happens to go off now.
Now, now, now.

But with blood as paints.
There was a battle between a knight and saint.
So noble, and indestructible.
So innocent yet with the truth comes so much power.
So much power.

And now that I have finally got past this nightmare.
You come back in all your grace.
In all your disgrace.
Filling my head with twist and turns.
Pity me so deeply desperately.
But I won't.
That is a position I have made in stone.
I would rather die alone.
Die alone.
Alone.
Alone.
It echos through hollowed out caves of our past.
This just isn't happening.
Because I won't let it.

But with blood as paints.
There was a battle between a knight and saint.
So noble, and indestructible.
So innocent yet with the truth comes so much power.
So much power.
This time let it just devour.
For my heart is no longer in it.
A sweet taste gone completely sour.
Let it be the final hour.
Let the threats be real.
The moment of impact.
Bent and crushed steel.
A wound that just won't heal.
Just won't heal.

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