375. The Noose

Once set into motion life continues unimpeded.

The bond of prophecy self-fulfilled,

Becomes the noose of the defeated.


You may struggle and the noose grow tighter: restricting breath…

Or calmly hold your hands to the line,

In-between desperation and death.

K. Aldaya, 11/26/16

Picture: Originally Posted on thedeadhasrisin.tumblr.com; http://giphy.com/gifs/sad-boy-depressed-wOKFDNYyjqfBK;


65. Aegre Fero

Aegre Fero,

My Lord! My Lord!

I’m the mightiest sinner,

Guilt can afford.

Aegre Fero,

My father! My father!

Forgive me my wrongs,

And the darkness blur.

Aegre Fero,

My Master! My Master!

Remember and love me.

The darkness grows vaster!

K. Aldaya, 6/14/04

(Aegre fero: latin for I am sorry)