Last Will And Testament-Will And Testament

none asked:


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hope you like it..

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title: Now Know….

I am the mere thought of a ghost’s whisper, when it comes to mind.
I am less than that of its inhabitant shadow, nor am I..
the light cast to create this said shadow, if the skies are saying..
“It looks like its gonna rain.”
Then I appear as the droplets being let down, and to go.
I am not something riddled with witchery, a hidden force.
If you called mine name, yes I would come forth on the command.

Loyal is part of mine motto.
Some can, and others can’t see me.
Sometimes it better that way, a name that isn’t yours.
That’s a insult when people entitled you with it.
Listen to, and be told the true, names get played,
added on and plain lost..shipped away to faraway land
of forgotten rightful bestowed names..

Given from birth, there are people like creatures that say..
“No one can understand the living till they breathe life within.”
The heart’s a fictional thing and inside its book is written out..
A beat up copy of tales, stories being lived out ..
The words written in red pulsing blood..the characters..
mythic legends foretold.

All of them are plotted out along the lines of a scale,
of bones, the brain holds the dialogue for its a thoughtful place.
To think of, and the perfect tragedies ending the loss a death.
The soul finished the tale told with voice word for mouth.
Long or short everyone has one that pressures to be
liberated waiting for the voice with reason and no doubt.
To be the one to tell the condemnations of a life and..
That’s where I come and I am ready to open your book spans
time line the link formed the deal made, plaster in the graves stone hedge..
Unafraid of the secrets blooded torn raged bandage unraveling..
before the loved ones unveiling eyes.

The truth a painful twisted wounded bender.
Of mixed emotions and confusions of what, when, where, and why.
If you want to know what I am all you got to do is dare the tumble of lines..
to come out, its a life on skinned tattoos a pledge worth the risk of living.
Yet shocked they now know just who the person is was, were.
The better lack of the defined, a vocabulary is that of a special..
selection of words only the choicer knows just whats to be said..
and what isn’t, the sentence, the Will the.
Last testaments, I watch them struggle a battle of..
violence in a unison of being unseen to preying eyes.

The place of events already somehow has taken
place because as you see your life.
Going on, stuck trapped on wires of unbreakable strength.
Are the photographs dusty binned labeled lost there,
that’s when I come along a great hero for the dead.
If you knew then I am glad you’ve guessed.
I am waiting for you to join me traveling in a journey..
of self fulfillment,

Follow and don’t get lost anymore
for you’ve been misguided toward a liars path of misfortune.
I have the directions mapped out of last sentiments for you see,
with a glint of happiness..
I am your spirits ghost, the black
raven raising undefeated in your storm of
white show left dirtied.

Your no longer looking back, to signs that lead astray because the
damnation of truth has been found, your already…
Gone from the grasp of a whispers..
ever lasting laughter…..
Taken in the blankets of blinding light…

Christina

Siren Reborn asked:


Martyr

A name entrenched in blood
for all the crimes of years gone by
His continence so bent
beaten by the elders eye
and yet here he still stands
a testament to mortal make
For as long as he lasts
a will like his they’ll never shake

He is what you see him to be
nothing more and nothing less

Eula Franchette

neonman asked:


Monitors

Beep beep…beep beep…beep beep
Do monitors record the living’s will?
Beep beep…beep beep…beep beep
The sound of life or death’s last, testament?
Beep beep…beep beep…?

Aaron