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How I’ve grown Mountainous and jagged Through these fiendish years Spiraling, in upward decay Thick With the welts Of each day’s Hungry lash Blood-bathed And quenched Eternally, lusting for more Minced To a feeble stagger I arise from the tatters Of my former skin I ascend in bruises Unfazed and loyal To the fervent tussle…
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Wind chimes permeate From a steady stream Of remembrance From loyal And homely thoughts The faithful glow In bygone grace Their refrain Is a stern Unwavering cry In which I quietly bask Doomed to the hours Once foolishly deplored At home Beneath the glimmer Of fire-bred affection Their song travels supreme Ghostly and plagued With…
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There are no complaints spared As I flounder Devoted to the coils of luxury Ensnared In silk-sheets Bound to overflow With the nectar Of pure disarray I am soon the keeper Of static reveries Drowsing happily Foolishly Undeterred from madness Gladly I dive Into faux Hazy rapture Unaware of time’s Fast-moving scheme Marooned, hapless Perpetually…
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Skinned to bare bones I slowly And fearfully descend With shredded nerves And their pulsating mantra Of potent and vengeful remorse Their harmonies flood My straining eyes Crimson, tired, and maimed Filleted To wafting blood ribbons As I sink from the day As silent wreckage In this misty bog of grief
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Deliverance Is a towering brute The sharpest pillar I aspire to claim Yet resolve Never fully blossoms From the cavernous wounds I shield each day I am doomed to simmer Beneath, the frothing tide Instilled With ghostly remorse Forever they’ll loom Boldened by fear By the timidness I foolishly carry Before slopes of ivory I’ll…
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We were gleefully diminished As the uproar passed And the beads of triumph Poured, in streams of haste Happily overrun By the yearnings That prowled Beneath our timid flesh We sprawled in exhaustion Ever-gradually carted To our homes In the fog Of well-earned rest All Before desire Could lasso Our dwindling forms Once more
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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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