Lower down the pendulum
twist fates sonnet through rusted reflections
Even in the lightest of the days
the chambers of my heart whisper in its empty cave
A catalyst of sorrow
I am the gambler in her final stage
placing bet on gods last borrow
Fighting my demons with broken sage
Sophia in her darkest hours
her empathy deserts mankind
sows her rage in an unclean soil
to betray immortal promises
keeps her oath tied to its turmoil
Pacing in complete denial
falsifying my own entity
whispers of white coats chanting
unbeknown to saving me
Lest I break my soul's promise
Apollo's chariot will still bring sun
in the morrow of my burial
cradle birth through which death sung
By. Monica 11/20/11
