A disintegrated longing,
A sentence never uttered,
A single broken promise,
Yet plenty of hurtful words.
Take a fleeting look at my anger
I hope it burns your eyes out
Take a lingering look at these tears
Who's the one crying now?
You promised me the world,
But clipped my wings behind my back,
Serenaded me with sweet sweet words,
Then made my sanity crack.
Barely standing before you
Completely utterly lost
Like a broken baby bird
In the raging storm tossed.
All i had was my faith in you,
But it was mercilessly slaughtered and killed,
Abandoned and left to drown in tears,
Have you finally had your fill?
The demons come calling
They seek to torment
You've severed my faith
It's too late to repent.
As time turns to dust,
And dreams turn into nothing,
Watch as shadows embrace me,
Mocking as they cut the puppet's strings.
Why didn't you kill me?
My heart longs to devour thee
Why leave me as a monster?
A reflection of what's left of me.
Erase me from this world,
Haven't I suffered enough?
With bloody lips i say goodbye,
To what i thought was once love.
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Back Again
Once again the sky grows dark,
Light abandoning this greyish realm,
Shadows return to their sacred homeland,
Malice and sorrow overwhelm.
What was pure now ashen black,
As peace now flees from chaos,
The midnight flame rips open old wounds,
The pain then engulfed the lost.
Everything, everything torn into bits,
They submit to this chain reaction,
A result of an endless pit of lies,
This terrible act of self destruction.
'Welcome home, mistress' they cackle in glee,
Their souless beings gather,
The familiar ice crept into me,
Numbing everything that ever mattered.
Frost and snow appeared at last,
Blanketing the damage done by rage,
Turning anguish and sorrow into beauty,
Continuing from its severed page.
Isolated and frozen, my heart remembers well,
Though the pages are tattered and torn,
But just a glance with tear filled eyes,
One would not read but mourn.
Deep down in this forsaken trench,
I'm back in my abyss,
Clipping away what once were wings,
And kissing the light goodbye with bloody lips.
Light abandoning this greyish realm,
Shadows return to their sacred homeland,
Malice and sorrow overwhelm.
What was pure now ashen black,
As peace now flees from chaos,
The midnight flame rips open old wounds,
The pain then engulfed the lost.
Everything, everything torn into bits,
They submit to this chain reaction,
A result of an endless pit of lies,
This terrible act of self destruction.
'Welcome home, mistress' they cackle in glee,
Their souless beings gather,
The familiar ice crept into me,
Numbing everything that ever mattered.
Frost and snow appeared at last,
Blanketing the damage done by rage,
Turning anguish and sorrow into beauty,
Continuing from its severed page.
Isolated and frozen, my heart remembers well,
Though the pages are tattered and torn,
But just a glance with tear filled eyes,
One would not read but mourn.
Deep down in this forsaken trench,
I'm back in my abyss,
Clipping away what once were wings,
And kissing the light goodbye with bloody lips.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
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.
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.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
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...
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...
Thursday, March 28, 2013
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.
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.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
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?...
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?...
Thursday, February 21, 2013
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...
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...
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