A Sacrosanct Soul (temp. title)

[Insomnia]

Best on his back to his suckerpunch foe;
A hindrance that salvaged a sacrosanct soul.
Stolen and makde know to Beelzebub's fate
Collection of essence
A moment too late

Feet o the ledge. man of coppered mane
Fall to the sky and feel gravity's pain
Remember your errs and clear the stain
See what needs to be seen and start again

Hoaver close to feel his breath
Hear the black blood underneath
The wise would be foolish to snidely believe
That they've seen all that is;
All that he can perceive...

Fluid eyes, blue as flame
Searching the real for his face again
An existance to question, but no in vain
Take the consequence and give it a name

Paradox in flesh, pregnant with beautified contemplation
A voice demaning untouched fixation
A rarity wrapped in human skin
An angelic face--
Glazed with sin

Cerulean sight, remain the same
Bless the past and watch it wane
Kudos to one who overcame--
Sleep, for you ar whole again. *

For Patrick, my most honest friend. Stay strong...

[T.J. Barber]

awesome write my friend....this piece was indeed touching and I found it ministered to me in more than one way indeed. I look forward to reading more from you...

[rinna(on leave...for eternity)]

oh insomnia - i enjoyed this one very much! very well done, i quite like the title too!

rinna

[John Barnett]

I like the piece and the title, very well done Excellent!