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My, how you’ve grown Coasts away from uncaring lips Fuming, with feigned interest Brimming, with cheap affection I rebuke their Trojan words Yearning to probe To pierce the armor To mirror their safeguarded wounds “My, how you’ve grown Stout with delirium and sloth Into the helpless oaf I’ve dreamed to meet this day” My conscience…
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The arachnids Take solace beneath my hide I quiver in their commute As they voyage along my contorted form My thoughts dwell softly In the binds of cobwebs Unable to drift Never daring to stray From the fearful present I’ve spent the last of my horror In drawn, guttural cries For a pitiful shred of…
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These days are deprived Of the timid joys he once knew The bloom of gracious nights Now grind his dreams to a pulp Slip away Is the undying solace Stored in the aft of his mind He bids farewell To his young treasured coasts To the coves of decade’s lost Jagged shorelines Shall chime eternally…
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The shadows arc playfully In their amorphous dance To the tune of inner distress I recoil in fear In cold streams of anguish Coiling for refuge As I tumble Through the phantom perils of old Roving black clouds Overwhelm the skies Of tranquil reveries Unleashing their payload The shrill ordinance of regret Consuming All hopes…
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The skies were torn apart Revealing His wide and roving eyes A young prey Stood before the morrow Overtaken by awe Awaiting, the charitable hail He found no shred of grief In her promising eyes Only the tranquil bliss Of an unconquered void Her words fell soft Upon his youthful hopes And the fool embarked…
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Few And faltering friends Trade fire and affection In a tongue I’ve long lost They’ve towered beyond my reach Watchful of the flames Of kin who writhe below How we once dreamed in unison To cleave the heavens As our lives grew lush and full They’ll jet away In time’s erosion And what truly flounders…
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Fight or flight Whirls viciously Inside my hazy skull At the edge of my tongue Rest sly, deceitful words The few I’ll never breathe I’ll never dream into being Behind dulled panes I drift and implore Clamoring for the words To dislodge frozen thoughts Fight or flight My nerves hammer away And depart fearfully With…
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These tunnels Never yield elation The spark that proclaims release Self-involved There is no escape Only shadow And the burden of silence Engulfed I’ll surely sink With limbs bound And drained of all defiance Distressed I’ll scour my cavernous form Sifting Through the mounds Of softly withering hopes
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Battered joy is salvaged Cradled lovingly In these cold awaiting arms It sustains me On these winding roads Lit, by its faint and fading glow I trail unassuming As a silent ghoul Below downcast and scouring eyes I sing of triumph In short bursts With each shallow breath I clasp Too soon My content Is…
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My mind is rendered A bundle of frayed wires A series of dead ends Ensnared, turbulent and useless The blood rages Propelled, by havoc-shroud dreams As my pulse strays aimlessly Hammering my timid resolve I’ve become disorder Slaving To retain consciousness I’ve slowed To an agonizing limp Bracing for the loom Of my certain, paralyzed…
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