Noose

Slip free from the noose

That’s had me hanging

From the tree of certainty

In the valley of forsaken

 

Wandering the valley of the broken

Looking for the cliff of uncertainty

Wailing into the void like a banshee

Keening my song into the night

 

As I run from the sun , keeping my back to to the dawning light

My demon is on the loose

And I feel it changing

I feel it becoming me

Something Old

There comes a time when all loves die, when only the hollow withered husk remains. When all is for not and reason is lost to tide of despair that washes in. The good forgotten and the ill is all that remains to guide you on your path . When that occurs all you can do is cry for the world you lost and steel yourself for the world that will be created by the flames of the dying feelings you felt. Brace your self for the long winter to come as the heart repairs and you move on.

Cold Fire

Never letting it show

Trying to keep it all under control

Angels and Demons scratching at the cage of my soul

So far and still nowhere

A life without care

A life I don’t know

 

Go to sleep and wake up exhausted

From dreams of possibility

From nightmares of nothingness

Consumed by the sentimentality

Of the forgotten savage

And all that was said

In the pursuit of shiny golden happiness

Yet lost to memory ravaged

 

By the blurring of reality

With the feeling of deja vu

As dreams come true

With a nightmare’s sensibility

In the days that pass

As nothing lasts

 

In the existence of the temporary

Coupled with the necessary

Only manic laughter prevails

As the beasts escape their cells

And being careful for what you wished for

Never stops you from wanting more

Perfection Deception

Lips of red

A sinful smirk

And eyes of the serpent

Tongue of silver

A river of tears in your path

A lover of jealous wrath

With a lustful fever

Of a sinner who’ll never repent

You always know what will work

To get them in your bed

 

Finger wrapped

They fall for your pretty lies

And the softness of your sighs

As they worship between your thighs trapped

 

Seeking ambrosia in the folds of pink flesh

And tasting the golden fruit fresh

With delightful glee

Unaware of the damage done

Without care of what you are about to be

If they only knew they would run

 

Your the wolf at the door

Scratching to get in

You’re a woman and more

The fifth horseman of the apocalypse

Honey dipped in sin

And still the last taste on every lovers lips

Delver

Once again the night beckons like an old friend

Promising release if only for a while

My words can make a Devil smile

And a God weep

 

I delve deep into the pit

Harrowing the hole in my soul

For the scraps of light within

Dirty and broken covered in sin

 

I touch my soul

And in turn touch the soulless

Who in denial think

I’ll be there with the dawn comes

Though I’m gone with the last drink

 

Back into the memory mist

Of the first and last kiss

Of love turned hate

Of choice turned fate

 

For the circle is never broken

Only forgotten

As the dark crimson tide washes away

The stars of night that fade into the day

 

Leaving no trace nor mark in the sky

Yet I see them in every eye I see

From beginning to end

As if they come greet me like a friend