Shackled by the Passion


This man talked a lot of shit, telling this mind it lacks confidence…
You should learn to waltz, just I’m just saying (quit playing) … astray
Shackled, beneath this weight… replaced. (I won’t stay in disarray) ….
Passion! It flourishes... (it falters) ….

You lack the conviction? I know I lack the power….
Have you lost touch with the kindred? (Forgotten…)
Where have they gone!? This…you have no answer;
The flesh of demons… (They shatter thy mind!)
Stop this you fool! (I know of nothing…) …. Forget not…

The faith…the cross… the bullet… (Armed with this holy bladed\)
A knight… (Exiled…?) Indeed…
Will he rise… (the shackle keeps its bind) …
Flesh…. ravaged…. agony!?...please…. (Tell me I’m dreaming.)

Never has he given up; faltered he has!). Nonetheless! (I won’t give up on you)
That whisper… the spirits of the kindred…those I know yet are gone; bonded by fate
Scattered throughout time (When will me meet)? I haven’t an answer for that.

Fate can’t rewind…wait… (can it)!?
Shatter the prison that has held you still… the living… the dead) …. (the forsaken…)
Forgive me…. You know not what you do… (This life has rendered me hopeless)…
You forget your bladed… (Forged by the mason of your past!?)
Yes, the one that built me who I am today…. (Just as monstrous as the blade, aren’t you?)
Just as monstrous as him…

Ravaged wanderer…here my cries… (a Valkyrie)… a world turned backwards.
Take flight…see this world not again…shattered…distained…chained…
At some point, we are all afraid…
Take me from this life…these shackles.

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The poem is about how we meet everybody for a reason, or rather... kindred spirits. However, this also dives into how writers are "shackled by their passion".