Before the was light
Darkness choked the heart
Creeping thoughts called doubt
Vines turned to steel chains
Sedate in their tyrannious rage
Below the surface nothing is calm
Still waters turning ill will deep
Drowning at the surface
The heartbeat of hell takes life
With open arms people dive in
The exhilaration better than life
Cursing through your veins
Black ooze breathed into the world
Your barbed tongue lashes outward
The game is hate in the name of love
Anything to make those points
Carnage, your lapel’s bloody rose
Appetite for destruction your persona
There is a ghost of humanity inside
I remember it’s face and profile
But lost it’s touch long ago
What poison do you feast upon
What dark clouds make your horizon
When will you look back to the dawn
Your soul split wide open to hell
Emptiness is your trophy
Just a kiss of that lovely poison
All that remains to be seen
I’m an illusion
Arm’s length from you
Miles past what you see
Hoping to be afterthought someday
Out of place in emotional graveyard
Lust for misery far more appealing
Than basking in sunshine of others
Disappointment pleasantly held
Comfort of knowing nothing matters
Ensuring life never changes
You’ll always have that
Yet I remain an illusion
Twisting in the wind
The storm gathered her fury
Like a kite, I sail forth
Control is an illusionary blip
Skies race white, black and grey
Monochrome kaleidoscope paints air
Bent down by immense pressure
Swooming is half surrendering
Wishing to gaze backward lost now
As if an orginal point breed the storm
Omnipresence seems her calling card
My unlikely ally shelter has fled
It took to the signs of doom quicker
Maybe next so will I
Until then, I wait for mercy
A wolf walked past my street
Shimmering moon light its coat
Lost stars beaming from it’s eyes
Its heavy grace weighed me down
I know not for whom it comes
My soul prays for itself then others
The wolf walks down my street
It shimmers moonlight about it
Stars blaze where eyes wish to see
I know whom it seeks out
There is little grace among it
There only seems ghosts of that soul
A wolf was lured to my street
It shimmers within the moonlight
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An onion has many layers. So have I!
A Celebratory blog about the art of entertainment.. *Poetry, Photography, Writer, Music, Wise Quotes, and more* There is no subject that will not be touched. This is for simple entertainment, eye openers, soul nurturing and mental clarity.
Views on Football from the Front Row
Life is simple... So take notes
Never get lost in the Sauce
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my writing junkyard
A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
My view of this wonderful and crazy life - as I travel and explore.
A different kind of beautiful
An Introvert's "Ice Cream Social"
We are freaks. Society dejects us...so we find solace in things that don't exist...
Blog. Design.
Life is just a story. And I've got a pen.
