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It was a slow-fading anthem At the forefront Of my afflicted mind Prevailing In the brightest fuchsia To the tune of my gradual And sultry demise Plundering romance Consumed my days With ease Bereft of an honest struggle And I was Blissfully undone Alive and well In this foolish Yet treasured plight Shall it last…
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I am owed no rewards No heartfelt words On this somber, day of days For I’ve fallen Far from peril’s reach Stripped bare, and in want For the mangy tatters of courage Loyalty is adrift Dispatched at my hands Aquiver With the cold streams of fear I am spared with each mile I blaze with…
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Nightfall Brought about the melting hues The slow bleeding Of the truths I cradled Apocalypse skewered My docile flesh Unaware of intrusion Blissful, in the snares of sleep Contorted limbs Dove defiantly Into my shadowy conscience To which I turn Fully engulfed Entranced, by a turbulent dream Where the shades coalesce From their thick scalding…
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Morning intrudes To pillage my insides In a murderous, ghastly harvest Through the cavernous wound Daylight endeavors And I am soon savored In its warm and glutinous girth I stream fervent In sultry red Overflowing with agony Deprived, of the urge to speak I mindlessly offer My tarnished form As the latest prey Consigned, to…
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Time Deflowered each ivory page I cleaved With diligence and care Where I once vanquished All villains far ago Is now ripe For the terrible abyss No thought could be spared No words were treasured No path Was free of death’s wrath They all must pass Too soon in my eyes To meet Their tried…
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I buried him In the horizon I conjured With each fleeting Cowardly step So that he may tussle With his inner misfortunes Helpless, disheartened and unkempt The son Of the same ragged cloth Was left to sway In the noose of his own design To flounder unseen And hopelessly dissolve In the raging currents Of…
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Pipe dreams of a reckless mind Nurse my limbs To their silent end Far gone I remain still Full and rotten with apathy Forevermore unwilling Tried and loathsome Wrung dry By my turbulent dreams How I soar with hope As my body folds Listing, in the clasp Of my carelessly sown squalor
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I become spacious As memories clear away At odds with my current form Rife, with chaos and displeasure So much For the affectionate sea And its crystal, glittering panes They were once full With childish endeavors Unscathed By the bristles of time For now the world Unfolds true and plain Undiluted Unsullied By dreams or…
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Granite walls Contain my feeble dismay As I peer out to the world With jealous and seething eyes Deep within My fury billows From the hellfire I’ve treasured far too long Anger Is but a futile cause Which I must discard To sprawl, for affection’s embrace It is serpentine A slithering ghoul Yearning to force…
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He felt his dreams Slip pitifully Into the cool snares of night The morrow was comatose Light And unburdened by sound Barren Leaving his mind To be flooded by torment Nightfall Spawned the eagerness Of his inner perils To gorge Upon the fabric Of his squalor-plagued sanity As reveries were still Pale and rigid Through…
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