Final moments

Just one shot,
And it was all gone,
No more games, no more pain,
It was the end of the song.

That ringing blast,
Echoing in my ears,
As metal his flesh,
There's no time for tears.

Say goodbye,
The split second of a breath,
Inhaling those last moments,
Right before greeting death.

Lights flash like stars,
Twinkling out of sight,
Just like my own miserable life,
Pitch black against the light.

Round and Round

Round and round this ride doth go,
Faster and faster then it did before,
It creaks and groans under the weight it bore,
Dismantling itself till it was no more.

Round and round it goes alone,
Till even the trees had turned to stone,
Hidden and abandoned, its existence never known,
Through the years, only its pain had grown.

Be rid of this world, is what it wished,
Spinning faster and faster on its little axis,
A strange creature that no one will miss,
It wanted to greet death with a welcoming kiss.

Insanity is poison, insanity is kind,
Manifesting within all different types of minds,
Though everything is but a bitter lie,
It somehow takes away the fear to die.

So round and round their sick minds go,
Rocking between realms, to and fro.
Entrapped in this intricate web of limbo,
In every single second, they live their woes.

Disintegrate, my tortured dear,
Soon there will be nothing to fear,
So wipe away that broken tear,
For you are about to depart from here...

HomeComing

The smell of rain reaches not this land,
Neither does beauty nor love,
Ugly things come forth from darkness,
As it is forgotten by the world above.

Once upon a time did this magic place prosper,
Based upon an intricate matrix,
Now that the catalyst had turned to dust,
Blood and poison is all that will mix.

One cannot say this place as barren,
For the beings here are not dead,
But neither are they truly living,
They no longer know fear nor dread.

Tears have fallen,
Tears have dried,
Old wounds torn open,
Because of hidden lies.

She flew back to her birthplace,
Now bedecked in shrouds,
It used to be her home,
But now it's just a house.

Big and empty,
There it stood,
Amongst the debris,
Of her broken childhood.

Many things have changed,
But her heart remained the same,
Ever scarred, ever fragile,
From playing life's game.

Maybe she shouldn't have descended,
But stayed afloat in the clouds,
Where they covered the agonizing truth,
Where she was farthest from that house.

The smell of rain reaches not this land,
Neither does beauty nor love,
Ugly things come forth from darkness,
As it is forgotten by the world above.

How?

Look in the mirror,
What do you see?
What lies before you?
Or what they wanted you to be?

Scars of the past,
Have not yet faded away,
Retraced by trembling fingers,
The memories are still here to stay.

Sealed in a box,
Locked deep beneath the surface,
The whispers of a prayer,
To finally find a purpose.

Tell me how to breathe,
Once the air is poisoned,
Tell me how to dream,
When everything is dashed and broken.

With bloodied nails that stain the walls,
They grasp for the slightest hope,
Ten thousand leagues into darkness,
How is one to cope?...

Always The Same

A single window,
A thousand tears,
Stained in scarlet,
Painted with fear.

The window's sealed shut,
Frosted from the inside,
Purple-blue fingers try to scrape away,
Layer after layer of ice.

There is no escape,
There is no going back,
Its too late to regret,
When your bones begin to crack.

So it begins,
Death comes slow,
Agonizing as always,
But neither friend nor foe.

Under the snow,
Piled up so high,
Were others like you,
That were living to die.

What would you see,
Through the cracked glass,
Was it worth your pain,
Or was it worth your past?

Illusions are cruel,
They tell us sweet lies,
Is that what you saw?
In your last moments of life?

Just like the others,
Just like the rest,
Puppets in motion,
Up until death...

Rouge

I forgot how lovely it was,

The color of liquid rubies,

Nature's hidden treasure,

Released by beautiful tragedies.

The sound of breaking skin,

That sharp sensation that was once lost,

A sharp blade is all you need,

And X marks the spot. 

Breathe in its sickly sweet scent,

Far more intoxicating than any flower that was ever plucked.

Such a sensational phenomena, 

That it was something even mother earth failed to reconstruct. 

Warm when fresh,

Darker when touched by time,

The shadow's nectar, 

Ever so sublime...

There are those whom are entranced by this beauty of beauties,

Their wish was to drown in a sea of scarlet,

Eyes that glisten then fade to nothing,

Completely immersed in this taboo-ed pleasure...

Return

Everything is turning to ashes,
Right before my very eyes,
The light fading like before,
The shadows rise to embrace me.

Hot tears run down a face made of stone,
Only to turn into icicles and shatter like glass,
All that remained were bitter memories,
And mocking tales of a once sweet past.

Though broken, it reflected its dim light,
To finally experience as to what was joy,
After years of sorrow, suffering and darkness,
This miracle that supposedly was sent from up high.

Just a taste,
Just...one... little...tiny...miniscule...taste,
And it was yanked away,
Then left me drained and disgraced.

Was the light all but a tease?
To show us that no such oasis exists?
Sinking our remaining hopes without mercy,
Checking me off as another victim off its endless list...

In this abyss did I lie,
The familiarity, simply intoxicating,
Echoes of crying everywhere,
Penetrating my heart that had already bled itself dry...