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My limbs Have reached Their fraying end Within their prime In the glorious Midst of endeavor My entirety stalls Inside these humble treads In the tarnished hulls My feet have christened home The hunger I kept Has softly perished At exhaustion’s, devilish whim With a hollow heart I stand in place Immobile Unwilling to budge…
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They were earthbound In blinding streaks With murderous screams Which burdened, each soul with unrest War proudly proclaimed Its savage hunger To savor the young And their fast withering hopes They held true To a ceaseless dream To drench the earth In their auburn fury Fear raged Alongside the ever-stoic blaze Loyal, to their fiendish…
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Each day I render hollow Is swift to beckon To flood my eyes with remorse Each hour I set adrift Returns to me, sorrowfully Brandishing, the dead of night To cry “What might have been” To plague my thoughts With the ghostly urges I’ve squandered Drowsing brings The certain doom of insomnia And I must…
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I’ve become vermin Side-swept by a jealous wind The unheeded washout Trudging chest deep In the mire of his thick self-loathing I am the roving smokestack The ever-looming havoc Billowing His depraved songs of anguish My words yield ruin For scouring souls Exuberant And stout with luxury They peer deep within Ever-vigilant of turmoil Yearning…
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Melodic apathy Slips drearily inside of my ears Stirring havoc With its ominous deathly drone Its piercing, juvenile howl My thoughts exclaim With the same fervor of agony Driven to fray at the seams To disband in the murderous Palms of angst My adolescent heart Is fated to crumble Beneath current trials Lofty, and devoid…
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Before swarms Of scouring eyes I am viciously plucked apart Left to flounder Eternally winded With the few morsels I spare My voice is hollow Devoid of passion Plundered to death By each day hastily spent Minced flesh Is all that remains Souring in the rays For wayward travelers to reap
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I stand no chance Before their tremendous roar The ongoing swell Of their full and lively words All I have Are the rail-thin Fables of old The bare worlds I conjure From this cold And cavernous mind
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Fair and pleasant skies Were the first to greet My opening glances The day was kind A mute and lumbering colossus A friend, awaiting patiently For my first steps to fall My limbs Were weighed down with caution A reluctance I’ve cradled In the fury of bygone years Through lost whirlwinds Where I’ve learned The…
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The skies tremor Above her primal disdain As her cries rage from below Deafening, magnificent, yet vile Her long imprisoned anguish Takes flight from her fatigued And battered voice With shrill clarity That draws complacent ears To witness the climb Of her truth-bearing fury She has fully crumbled Beneath, her immense disdain Under mountains, the…
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I am hardly hopeful In winter’s deathly embrace Her stern unsparing frame Drains away my cherished resolve Each gust Is a foul and thieving ghoul Plagued, with fiendish want Craving The few fading sparks I harbor The lights that slave To keep my inner fervor awake I am Hardly hopeful Barely clutching To my last…
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