I loved once, but no more,
A damaged heart, none can restore.
Tried to grasp onto hope, but it slipped away,
Feeling abandoned, my faith began to decay.
Alone to my thoughts, silent whispers in my mind,
Dreams of my own reality, splinter and unwind.
No future do I seek, nor reality do I hold to,
For all to me is lost, and living has no value.
My mind recesses into depression, a carcass that fears pick clean,
Spiraling in utter torment, in a raging battle that is unseen.
So leave me to die here, and shed not a tear,
For it’s better to burn in Hell, than to be hopeless and full of fear.
I rather not exist now, now that I’ve lost all my vigor,
A gentle kiss to my barrel, without regret I pull the trigger.
© Copyright By Scott L. McPherson
Kiss tenderly her ashen lips,
Forgive her for her crime,
Let go of her hand you tightly grip,
And say goodbye one last time.
Your beautiful rose has fallen,
Her petals will dry and blow away,
A similar destiny for you is callin’,
To join your love on this day.
You drink depression so deep,
As you nightly visit her grave,
And come together in dreams as you sleep,
With the woman you could not save.
A bottle of pills spill out into your palm,
Washing them down with a drink,
Laying down into the nights calm,
On her grave you lie and think.
Heavier your eyes grow,
Your thoughts begin to wander,
Your destination you don’t really know,
Of this you dream and ponder.
Dream landscapes fill your mind,
Time seems to come to an end,
Your love you hope to find,
Your heartbreak you hope to mend.
A gentle touch on the shoulder,
From behind is where it came,
And the heart that could only smolder,
Now burst forth into flame.
For when you turn around to look,
It is your love that you have found,
The beautiful rose you had betook,
And her beauty again does astound.
A sweet, gentle kiss,
A warm, loving embrace,
The woman you so did miss,
Lovingly looks into your face.
You have found her in your dreams,
And you know this dream will never end,
Now a prisoner of her love, so it seems,
Your broken heart now can mend.
Morning sun peaks above the horizon,
Your body lies stiff and cold,
You are on the journey you had begun,
For your love, death did you bold.
© Copyright By Scott L. McPherson 2/23/05
Into a deep sleep,
A slumber of eternity,
In dreams it does creep,
Ending all serenity.
The dark shadows grow,
On your fear it will feed,
Destroying all logic you know,
Letting its evil seed.
Its power is your fear,
The taste of your chilled sweat,
Your sanity it does sear,
So you will never forget.
Your flesh is its playground,
In which it takes delight,
Perverseness so profound,
A violation of what is right.
No more is your home a haven,
No more are you to be free,
In your memory it is graven,
The haunting of this entity.
© Copyright By Scott L. McPherson 3/3/05
