Toxic
Fall-out,
And creeping fear,
Like seeping pain as ooze.
Boiling skin and smouldering skin,
Now fused.
Gasp,...
And gag, and choke,
And stifle on the ground.
Screaming out,
To all the dead around.
Darkness,...
A light shimmered, flickered,
Danced all away.
Talk tomorrow,
Sniff and run away.
Sleep,...
An endless sleep,
Where all my dreams are gone.
I fantasise of knowing right,
From wrong.
Sleep
Drowsy eyes, sleepy, sleep.
Anticipation of that blanket pain.
The remedy that washes away all stains.
Sleep foretelling a distant land,
Similar,
but permanent.
Alas, but a premonition, I am awoken.
And that we all could be awoken.
When sleep, inevitable, beckons welcome at our doors.
We laugh at the time of remembrance,
We steal their memories away.
Our loved ones,
Our worshipers,
Our friends.
Yes awoken… I lie here,
I stare. They are amazed.
I lift, open my hands.
They stare.
"Wait, I have awoken,
I was only but asleep!"
Wait, to where do they run?
Drowsy, sleepy,… sleep…
Dream.
Seclusion
Fumbling towards hapless existence
Falling towards home.
Falling towards death
No rest have I known.
Lost in a conundrum
A vortex, a deep hole.
Where lies are buried
Bodies slumber cold.
Fear is my remedy
My helper and my friend.
Fear welcomes me in
Fear quickens my end.
Love is a shadow
Of what was once before.
Love is a pain
An opened prison door.
I run from this pain
I long to run away.
I sink into oblivion
A demon begs me "stay?"
Her grip is overwhelming
A trance comes over me.
I've lost my way
No passage can I see.
Oh, will you see me?
Compassion do you know?
Will you come visit me?
Or, have you become my foe?
Shadowed
An obscure haze, solitude, clandestine,
You are not lost to me, not yet.
Shadows of you and of love saunter in a path.
I hope, wait, pray.
I peep through this crevice, this prudence,
The path into your mind's eye.
I lust, I need, I am stained,
Tainted.
For what? For want.
A longing to be free, unfettered. To boundless love, Arcadian.
But wait?... I wait.
My demons tend towards hate.
On my right, my favourite demon inclines me to love.
But what love?
A shadow of what love can be.
Ah! but a guardian sits to my fore.
Is she here? Does she subsist to launder my dark soul?
"A little longer..." she says.
A little longer that the ink of my ominous heart,
should leak into every fissure of my soul,
leaving an even greater, impious, morsel.
A little longer that death should creep to my door step.
Engage me in battle.
That death should envelop me.
No! With welcoming arms I stand.
Death is my only confidant, and now my solace.
Why have you relinquished me?
Tarnished my soul falls to marshy waters,
With the redolence, fetor of other lost loves,
Deep enough to bury the soul,
But not enough to drown the pain within.
Sweet and low lies love,
buried, beaten,
by the hail of malevolence, hatred.
Stoned by dole. The timing of six or thirteen.
The coming of the devil in sanguine, yes crimson glory.
I squirm at egression.
My love, where have you gone?
Are you blind to love so strong?
Your stance is stalwart against me.
I do not understand, Help me understand.
NO! Leave me.
Forlornness is best for creatures such as I.
A song of the serpents breath, is my longing now.
Here I seek to hover over loves existence.
Removed from it as always. I will float above it all.
"The best way to float is if you die!!!"
