The Dwelling Aura of an Aspiring Warrior: August 2025

The Poisonous Heart
(Written Feb 2009)

Why does my life have to be such a
miserable mess??

I go through desperate measures just to feel the slightest embrace of happiness.

I sometimes wonder if it will ever be,

the day that someone could genuinely love, need, and ache for me.

My heart yearns for the feeling of true nurturing love.

Why can't I be lifted and taken away from this emptiness by the good lord up above?

My beliefs in happiness have become so numb, I sometimes wish my time would just finally come!

As I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to sweep, the damaging debris from my heart.

For they have torn any faith in true love for me completely apart.

The moment that I let the slightest feeling of love seep in, that's when the poisonous effects will begin.

Mirroring the fortune of prohibited natural sin, I effortlessly withdraw rather than let love have any chance at a victorious win.

As the poison begins traveling through my veins, the love I feel in no way can over power the venom's excruciating pain!

While unable to cease the toxins overwhelming strain, I grievously give into my hearts damaging vain,

as I bid fairwell to love, yet... once again.

The Path of Wrath

written 2006

When does it end? This path I call wrath, for it is a journey filled with pain, anquish and sorrow.

I sometimes ask myself, "is life worth living?, Should I just end my tomorrow?"

As I walk this path I call wrath, I seem to see so many rivers of tears, and wonder if they will ever

disappear through the years.

Every year that passes me by, as I walk a new valley, I see black roses that seem to shrivel into ashes as I pass them by.

There is constantly darkness that surrounds me, and I ask myself "why?"

Why does my soul continue to hurt and to cry?

As I walk this path I call wrath, these rivers of tears seem to be the most dreadful of all,

for these rivers are the only, that can truly make fall!

Every breath that I take is a second closer to loss, I then think "when again will this dreadful river of tears need to be crossed?"

I dread them so dear, for they have filled my heart soley with emptiness, blackness, and fear.

They have damaged my soul, and competence to withhold any happiness, and only to draw tears.

I have lost the ability to trust, and any happiness I seem to establish only turns into to dust.

When does it end? This path I call wrath? A journey that continues to make me dread what withholds me tomorrow.

God willing, with all the faith I can possibly borrow, maybe one day my heart will no longer be hollow.

The Dwelling Aura of an Aspiring Warrior