Silent and GoneAlong the blue streams of those who were simplistically glassed, I drag my wooden, empty coffin; it contains only my past.Silent and Gone in Free Verse More Like This
For the many decades I've lengthened have expanded pain's time; across shallow mountains and beatings I prepare my final climb.
Through harsh mists and soft grasses the journey trembles on; days on end without my voices; alas, I realize they are gone.
Near all abandonment's shelter I rest without ease; my halved demon appears before me; she speaks hellishly in the breeze.
Forgiveness and hallucination she crisply burns in my eyes; I must awaken and continue, 'tis my time to remain wise.
To a judging stream near the greenish peaks, I sit down to somberly rest, screeching memories grasp my bloodied hands; these visions are merely a test.
And here at last is the accurate time, I lie down and breathe once to sigh, down the merciless falls I briskly crash; today was the day to die.
From the Closet and the MindFrom the Closet and the MindFrom the Closet and the Mind in Free Verse More Like This
(Your breath I do smell, it emanates from your paled, chalky lips, how pinkish they are, though, I shan't place a kiss.)
It is never nothing you foolish mass, widen your eyes and do not hide; now I will abuse you, do not plead for your life, your nerves are pathetic, I am your pride.
This mass I am, this living mass, a glutton which shan't count your 'precious' sheep, abandoned you are in hopes and dreams, I only wish for you not to sleep.
(The droplets of water sink down from your scalp, how I wish to tear out its brownish color, oh, an idea, quite a lovely one, I shall sew and use it for a coat to wear.)
The door shivers in fear, out does IT beg, the knobs which turn are a simple distraction, IT yearns for your flesh and blood within; fresh linens and dolls shan't frighten IT away.
(I observe your form, how it shivers and jiggles, quite tasty you seem, though, you do appear sore..)
The door has fallen, stare
My Nocturnal Eyes, They Pierce Your SoulsMy nocturnal eyes of sleepless nights, quite perplexing yet never obscene, sink far into your heartless soul, ceasing the life of your endless dream.My Nocturnal Eyes, They Pierce Your Souls in Free Verse More Like This
Their blackened hues of misty cold, travel far and motionlessly deep, they plague the souls you hold and love, the ones you dearly keep.
For it was you and your doings of naught, confrontation and pure insanity, that doomed the weaklings to your palms, what an immense case of inhumanity.
Trapped within your grasp of hateful natures, they plead with me to leave, alas I shall free them never again, for it was their fault of capture, their greed.
The StoriesTo moonlight shards of forever shaded cages, we glance deep within the unspeakable pages.The Stories in Free Verse More Like This
The eyes of blank stories spoken by the lost old, their weak skeletal hands breach the coarse, bloody mold.
So dead and shrill, fear damns beauty's lying words, brainwashing the weaklings, striking down the meek herds.
Endless pages of regret tear the hearts of none before, not a soul could take their power; their existence nevermore.
Alas, these stories shall never prevail, for the readers cannot see them; their timid souls forever fail, not a soul shall ever dream them.
Thou Shall BurnClench my soul, go right ahead; ignite your flesh and I shall deem you dead.Thou Shall Burn in Free Verse More Like This
Dance with fire and thou shalt be burned, scorched to deformity with your soul never returned.
Exceed your limits, turn away your falls, shall the trials begin beneath the walls?
Oh yes, they shall, my dearest thing, for your fate will rest within this ebony ring.
Such glory was enthralled into my soul, how you plead for its power, its superiority, its toll.
Though alas you've proven not worthy of it all, hence your death shall be remarkable, forever now you shall fall.
HellDance with the soulless bleeding needles, and thou shall discover a clear way into Hell.Hell in Free Verse More Like This
To damnations elegant and skulls of blackness, a door to beyond the wishing well.
Eternities of bloodied fire streaming across the ancient skies, seconds with pain and separation of organs, thou shall lose all except your lies.
To voids of panicked tears, to voids of lost exclamation, your patience shall waste here as will your concentration.
Stencils deep of reigning powers, stencils bent of quieted sound, elimination and survival are key; prepare your voice for the coming ground.
The DrowningTo the lake of dead serenity, so harsh, wintry, and pale, my sinking ship grudgingly dances without a single, tarnished sail.The Drowning in Free Verse More Like This
For I am utmost weary and always searching a way to my coming demise; never displayed in the public's horrid view, I truly loathe their lively cries.
I swim to the bottom, around the dead bodies, never glancing up to eye the land again; the water calls to me, whispering my existence, it's now the clock to determine the pain.
A tombstone and shackles sleep endlessly down, to them I see the way, I stand in Death's hands, so brittle yet immense; my drowning is initiated today.
The shackles clench tightly to my sickly ankles, the tombstone etches the placement and roll; assuring not a breath is drawn from my body, I clench the organs from my very soul.
The final glimpse of dark moonlight shatters, darkness gives way to my closing eyes; a bubble implodes on the rotting surface, Death's toll had been paid without the lies.
The TaleFingers stitched together by misfortune and still sages, here lies a tale with unopened pages.The Tale in Free Verse More Like This
Few filled with reasoning and joyful endings of rhyme, the majority fall upon stakes and grant their souls to time.
Phrases and fragments cast themselves within the lines, striking out and down the beautiful ones through a connection of ancient signs.
And alas none shall ever read it, this book so dark yet divine, hence I shall take it for myself, thus my soul is an unread rhyme.
The Maiden of MorbidityAshen hair woven by shadows, pure white skin born from blood, the maiden of morbidity has at last awakened from the Hellish pits of forgotten mud.The Maiden of Morbidity in Free Verse More Like This
Her grace shall dance along with the wind, stealing the breaths from those who have sinned.
Binding their intestines within their throats, leaving them to drown within the moats.
Such chaos shall reign upon the fools, stripping them of intelligence and "honest rules."
And once her job is at last complete, she shall dine upon fresh human meat.
My DearestPainfully enslaved before the Shadows Lord, my dearest lost her ebony sword.My Dearest in Free Verse More Like This
Her mind trapped soullessly beneath his eyes, it was given up prior to her demise.
Chained mercilessly to doubts and oblivion's mind, her being ceased to care if it ever became blind.
Turmoil and voices forever ran through her mind, they spoke of the sword and where it had been twined.
Twined of stitched ligaments, and never seen hearts, my darling ran from the dungeon to uncover their parts.
But alas during her journey she was brutally slain, her blood boiled in her eyes, and never found was her brain.