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Catastrophe Looms in the air A thick Unwavering menace And daybreak yields Few songs of comfort Its bitter welcome Seeping slow Into my desperate form In wait I writhe Skewered from the inside By the thorns Of incessant worry All hopeful winds Are frail and few In these fearful hours Full, with agony And fret
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The warmth of former years Dulls away With each broad And boastful stride As I prowl the open fringes Harbored by dreams Enthralled by eras lost I cannot belong Denial foams within A slow curse enveloping The needs Of here and now And nothing more is conquered All paths Are left unclaimed
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Surrender Slipped away From the shackles Of their cold And death-stricken lips Adrift With frayed resolve In the fading gusts Expunged By the iron folds of sleep Blood stained garbs Lied singed and ragged Blackened, by a fire-bred dusk A tune that sailed along Beyond Their fallen forms Full With pitiless rage Starved For the…
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It was But a passive dream Withered To skin and bone Beneath the mercy Of scalding eyes At the whim of brotherly scorn It was But a transient urge A spark Fading In the firm snares of night And I was But a frail vessel Swallowed in rust Marooned To his isle of dirt
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Discontent blossoms Through these frail Withering floorboards Contorted Slithering Skewering the quiet And haggard sliver of home These roots never tire They steamroll on Laying claim To the final few Morsels of hope Rapture My beleaguered And former state Is wrung To its last Each hour I fall away from courage
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A strange calamity Obscures The fair world I retain And little remains For these starved Ever-roving eyes These truth-harboring panes Are plagued With jagged roads of crimson For I’ve allowed The steady drum of anguish To distort once true and proud Melodies of rapture Offbeat and battered And ground To a withering heap My peace…
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Apart I sailed With free roots fluttering Hoisted in pride To peacefully bask Devoid Of once precious kin “No longer” Was shed in joy Despite The chill of silence The drone Of a solitary dream The lone and endless reply
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I bear the hard scowl Of gradual Self-annihilation Born from the womb Of these nihilist years Frittered, in the aft Of malnourished thoughts A trying surf Lays claim To these turbulent limbs And each artery thrives Full With scalding concern As the remedy trails In steady pursuit Gilded black The silent noose Each day, I…
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I yearn To slip blissfully From this ragged maze of ruin To drain away Every gilded offering From the fiery snares Of our ravenous world I dream to claim Every thriving morsel Of sheer satisfaction Before the toll Of my careful demise And the cull Of impatient dusk
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Our words flourished With reckless hate With a raging tide Of undue scorn As we heartlessly Skewered our wayward foe And peeled away The layers, of far-gone brothers Fragile strangers Were our treasured prey The plentiful feast Sprawled before, our hawkish eyes For we’ve buried Our frail sense of dismay Beneath, the bloodied mounds Of…
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