Crimson rivers envisioned in the mind
Wishing only to become reality
To help repay for the pain caused to one held so dear
To provide justice for the wrong against a loved soul
Streaks down the arm
Across the heart
And deep into the chest
Wishing to become reality
The body sought to be ravaged for unjust deeds
The mind constantly tormented never to sleep again
Waking nightmares are deserved to the one who prays for death
The cool sleek blade never to come for promises must be kept
Streaks down the arm
Across the heart
And deep into the chest
Wishing to become reality
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
The Cave
Drip, drip, drip
the water falls from the roof
on to jagged teeth
the twins of the mother
mineral light filtering through the darkness
purifying all that lives in the deep existence
red eyes watch the water fall as white bodies shuffle across the stone floor
slipping in and out of pools of crystalline liquid
and away into the never ending night
the water falls from the roof
on to jagged teeth
the twins of the mother
mineral light filtering through the darkness
purifying all that lives in the deep existence
red eyes watch the water fall as white bodies shuffle across the stone floor
slipping in and out of pools of crystalline liquid
and away into the never ending night
The Forest
Deep through the dark
light filters down in streams of life's essence
feeding that which is in its way
dark green leaves soak in the nutrients
and the grass below your feet flourishes
leaves on the ground already fallen during the times of everlasting darkness
this place of silence is your escape
this place is where you can breath
and this place is part of you soul
light filters down in streams of life's essence
feeding that which is in its way
dark green leaves soak in the nutrients
and the grass below your feet flourishes
leaves on the ground already fallen during the times of everlasting darkness
this place of silence is your escape
this place is where you can breath
and this place is part of you soul
My Heart in Your Hands
The nights many eyes stare at us from afar,
As our fingers lock together,
A symbol of our matching souls,
Each meant for the other.
We talk,
As we walk,
Of our many dreams and plans,
Life together,
Forever,
What could be better than that?
I feel your arms around me tight,
Holding me to your warmth,
We fit together perfectly,
As if nothing was wrong in the world.
And at the end of the night,
I nail my heart to the tree under which you sit,
So you know even though my body moves away,
My heart is here to stay,
For forever and a day.
As our fingers lock together,
A symbol of our matching souls,
Each meant for the other.
We talk,
As we walk,
Of our many dreams and plans,
Life together,
Forever,
What could be better than that?
I feel your arms around me tight,
Holding me to your warmth,
We fit together perfectly,
As if nothing was wrong in the world.
And at the end of the night,
I nail my heart to the tree under which you sit,
So you know even though my body moves away,
My heart is here to stay,
For forever and a day.
White Wolf
Eyes of glowing ice,
Teeth of bloody passion,
Coat of white,
And muscles of power.
Senses to rule nations,
A directness to control the rebellious,
A claw of might,
A breath of smoke,
A word of death, might, power, and intriguing boldness.
Teeth of bloody passion,
Coat of white,
And muscles of power.
Senses to rule nations,
A directness to control the rebellious,
A claw of might,
A breath of smoke,
A word of death, might, power, and intriguing boldness.
Silent Stripes
Mystery in her steps
Muscles tight and ready
Eyes like the sun
And strength radiating from her very soul
The hackles on her neck upright
The breath from her lungs deep but quiet
The movements slow and stealthy
The deep rhythmic sounds of prey showing her the light
The awesome power lunging forward
The sound not made by her footsteps many
The scatter of bewildered prey
The silent noise of the stripes is coming
Muscles tight and ready
Eyes like the sun
And strength radiating from her very soul
The hackles on her neck upright
The breath from her lungs deep but quiet
The movements slow and stealthy
The deep rhythmic sounds of prey showing her the light
The awesome power lunging forward
The sound not made by her footsteps many
The scatter of bewildered prey
The silent noise of the stripes is coming
Twisted
I feel no point any longer
The pain building up is too strong
My tears run down as red as death
And the cold sweeps in on wings of phoenixes
My skin longs for that sweet taste of metal
The crimson iron trails down my fingers searching for its’ mother blade
The taste in my mouth turns slowly saltier
And the pure metal running through my veins, being pumped by my stone heart, seeps through my teeth
The pain building up is too strong
My tears run down as red as death
And the cold sweeps in on wings of phoenixes
My skin longs for that sweet taste of metal
The crimson iron trails down my fingers searching for its’ mother blade
The taste in my mouth turns slowly saltier
And the pure metal running through my veins, being pumped by my stone heart, seeps through my teeth
Nameless
Swift as the sparrow through the trees,
Strong as the midnight breeze,
The beauty,
The power,
The glorious sight,
When it becomes...dark as night
Strong as the midnight breeze,
The beauty,
The power,
The glorious sight,
When it becomes...dark as night
The Ghost
Through the night
Death searching the light
Pale wings ever fluttering
Dusty ash of decomposing bones falling
Whispers constant
A serenade of malevolent thoughts
A poisoned kiss on the back of your neck
Breathing its' seed into your soul through the very hairs on your skin
Death searching the light
Pale wings ever fluttering
Dusty ash of decomposing bones falling
Whispers constant
A serenade of malevolent thoughts
A poisoned kiss on the back of your neck
Breathing its' seed into your soul through the very hairs on your skin
A Strange Tale Indeed
I lay there unable to move or cry out for help.
The only senses available to me are stifling heat and the weight of my enemies corpse on my chest.
The smell of decaying flesh enter my nostrils but as i have been laying here for some time now my sent receptor pads have all but burnt out.
A sickly sweet taste of fly larva infested blood drips steadily into my mouth from a gaping shotgun wound in my foes forehead, unable to gag i vomit on myself.
Having laid here on the battle field for three days staring into the face of my long dead nemesis i begin to wonder the purpose of this war and why it became so personal to me.
The object of my hate and fear is laying dead upon my chest and yet not being able to move away from the empty shell instills life in the dead flame of fear.
Curious as to why my body fails me I begin to focus on different sections.
Dread envelopes me as i come to realize my limbs are no longer connected to the nerve endings my brain is trying to reach them by.
The sun is beginning to fall now as are the birds becoming quieter.
Suddenly the carcass is ripped from on top of me and torn apart by rabid dogs.
The birds then fly down and begin to peck at my useless tung.
I cry out silently as my head is raised by an unseen carnivore and i stare deep into the empty space where my body is meant to be.
The sun goes down and the world falls quiet...the pain is gone.
My three days were the three minutes the brain lives without a body.
This is the story of my decapitated head.
The only senses available to me are stifling heat and the weight of my enemies corpse on my chest.
The smell of decaying flesh enter my nostrils but as i have been laying here for some time now my sent receptor pads have all but burnt out.
A sickly sweet taste of fly larva infested blood drips steadily into my mouth from a gaping shotgun wound in my foes forehead, unable to gag i vomit on myself.
Having laid here on the battle field for three days staring into the face of my long dead nemesis i begin to wonder the purpose of this war and why it became so personal to me.
The object of my hate and fear is laying dead upon my chest and yet not being able to move away from the empty shell instills life in the dead flame of fear.
Curious as to why my body fails me I begin to focus on different sections.
Dread envelopes me as i come to realize my limbs are no longer connected to the nerve endings my brain is trying to reach them by.
The sun is beginning to fall now as are the birds becoming quieter.
Suddenly the carcass is ripped from on top of me and torn apart by rabid dogs.
The birds then fly down and begin to peck at my useless tung.
I cry out silently as my head is raised by an unseen carnivore and i stare deep into the empty space where my body is meant to be.
The sun goes down and the world falls quiet...the pain is gone.
My three days were the three minutes the brain lives without a body.
This is the story of my decapitated head.
Whisps of Sand
time and space ebb and flow
lapping at the shores of discontent on which you stride
nipping with bitter cold at your ankles
like a ticking clock rushing your existence
the blood pumps through your veins with a sounding song
"time's up, time's up, time's up, time's up"
the steel courses through your veins hardening the core of your being
consciousness repeating the whispers of the eternal night in which your purpose resides
the refreshing crispness that the darkness brings turns to ice
your finger tips freeze and your tung loses the ability to wet your lips
they crack under the pressure of society and your ears drums burst
the loud silence of disgust staring at you has killed all chance of hearing the light
the seagulls cry above you in the sky
you watch as their beaks open in communication and the silence fills you with dread
what is hope to an empty soul now?
lapping at the shores of discontent on which you stride
nipping with bitter cold at your ankles
like a ticking clock rushing your existence
the blood pumps through your veins with a sounding song
"time's up, time's up, time's up, time's up"
the steel courses through your veins hardening the core of your being
consciousness repeating the whispers of the eternal night in which your purpose resides
the refreshing crispness that the darkness brings turns to ice
your finger tips freeze and your tung loses the ability to wet your lips
they crack under the pressure of society and your ears drums burst
the loud silence of disgust staring at you has killed all chance of hearing the light
the seagulls cry above you in the sky
you watch as their beaks open in communication and the silence fills you with dread
what is hope to an empty soul now?
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