Cede to FateBeware the angel with Nightmarish wings,More Like This
His sickle heart has forgot how to sing.
Fear his wrath, and the blade of his scythe,
For the look in his eye is as black as night.
A hatred for life replaced care in his heart,
His only joy: ripping loved ones apart.
Always watching, but never around;
His deathly steps make no type of sound.
Beware the angel with a Nightmarish grin,
His decaying heart overflowing with sin.
Fear His name, which has never been heard,
For the angel declared it a forbidden word.
A scream of anguish replaces His name,
Filling life with all kinds of pain.
Once a warrior of Shibboleth,
Now nothing but the harbinger, Death.
All That's LeftEverything's been given;More Like This
There isn't much left,
Clinging to life by one last regret.
Fighting to rise,
But have fallen so far.
Nothing, I fear, could heal these scars.
Dried, worn out hands,
They crack and they bleed.
Burning to bring me all that I need.
With Greed and Envy,
They're blind to the pain.
The human appetite can never be changed.
Grabbing and scraping,
Searching for more,
While red drops, once part of us, fall to the floor.
And with all that we take,
No matter how much we give, we can never replace.
We know what we do,
And yet we can't stop, so we just continue.
Fake a smile,
Pretend nothing's wrong.
Take my last regret, so at last I'll be gone.
RealHow can you expect to see the truth in the mirror?More Like This
When your eyes are clouded by the filter of 'inferior'
This isn't the type of love that deserves poetryThis isn't the type of loveMore Like This
that deserves poetry,
born out of an inability
to survive alone,
born from a necessity
to believe in a lie
I'll continue to whisper
in your ear each night.
"I'll protect you"...
A lie neither of us believe
and neither of us dispute
for fear of losing our only tether
to this decrepit existence
that we both fear so much...
this love isn't romantic
nor is it confrontational
its not comforting
nor is it disturbing,
It's merely there
sinking beside us
in the sea of life ,
that's gently drowning us,
we can almost breathe.