my soul weeps

These are my words and I speak them freely

~Birth of Pain~

In the scattered seeds of

the seasons lies a bitter

shadow. Stagnant clouds

entomb the sun and darkness

reigns. The dawn cries tears

of frustration, begging for

release. The stars speaking

in an akward tongue denounce

the moon. A stark effigy is

shouted towards the sky, the

angels catch the words and make

them rain down upon the earth.

The melody of pain weaves through

the trees as a weary silence

envelops the darkness. Hate spit

into the wind spread through the air

like fire bringing down the mountains,

they tumble into a tumultous sea.

~Song for the Night~

A bitter rhapsody of the night shrouded in mystery, weep not for a lost soul. The cobwebs cast irredescent images on these pale gray walls. Imagine happiness. Creatures of the darkenss become our closest friends. Traipse through the tangled ruins of a forgotten mind. Heart strings beginning to fray, unraveling seams. The essence of life is slowly decaying leaving the scent of yesterday behind. Motives unknown yet already determined. The vastness of an instant a threat to mankind. The pieces of a failing mind create a battlefield on which we all die

~Lost Salvation~

My bleeding heart was laid to rest in a field of plastic daisies. Darling won't you rescue me for all this is so beautiful. Choking on my prayer for salvation. I affixate on every spoken word. Nothing in between emptiness, hold my heart in my hands. Feel the life as it slows, dead to the night. Weaving a quilt of the night sky, I wrap myself deep inside, the twinkling stars a beacon of desire. A warmth in this bitter dreamt reality, cry to the heavens... All Is Lost.

~Lost~

They push you down and trample you yet you never say a word. You let them abuse you. I see the anquish on your face, yet you say nothing. I hear the words that they fling at you like a thousand stabbing knives searing at your insides, twisting at your soul. I know what they make you do. The many attempts to end the torment, all in vain for the torture of life may be satisfied in death or the torture may intensify. With your last breath as that final cut digs deep enough to rid you of the sorrow, the evil they make you feel you cling to that lasting memory wishing you could take back the final action that is finishing you. You see the faces of your tormentors as they laugh knowing they ridded the world of a freak, someone who didn't fit the mold. But as that final gasp of air escapes your lungs you forgive them.

~A Bitter Tragedy~

Something is different, your eyes are darker than I remember. The fate of the world rests on your shoulders. Those visions haunt you for they weren't something you could just turn off. They are reality, life today. What is and will always be. Those pictures won't disapear and its killing you to know that you couldn't do anything to help. You distance yourself but to no avail the nightmares of the trapped follow you. Ashes fall like rain you stick out your tongue and taste reality, it's bitter sweet. Your tears turn a dull gray as they roll down your cheeks. You run but it's never fast enough. The screams can still be heard for now...forever. You just can't cope with what the world has become, suspecting all fearful of what may happen next. What will tomorrow bring? Is it the end or only the beginning, an endless cycle of pain or a slow staggering demise.

~The Pleasures of Insanity

Bound to sanity by a simple thread, one push and your safety line breaks. You plunge into darkness. In this darkness you stumble and fall. You fall and fall and never seem to land. The vertigo is catching up. You scream but nothing helps. Another soul lost in the abyss of insanity.

more to come...