Chilled

Winter’s chill

And darkness comes

As the soul within expires

There be no funeral pyres

Nothing to light the darkness

 

Only eerie laughter down the halls echoes

In the ears of mine

As grips the madness

That has come with time

Leaving me to rot

In the misery of all I forgot

In memory of all I had

And all I watched fall

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The Way Home

I know not the way

I can’t see the light of day

I travel the back roads of my youth

Looking for proof

 

Proof of an existence

Proof I was there

Memory of a care

Hope of a presence

 

In the end

I go back to where it began

I go back to the dark

Looking for the friend

Who ran

When I made my mark

 

I fight for nothing

Yet I’d die for you

I’d die to see your smile one last time

To hear the words escape your lips

To be forgiven for the crime

Oh nothing to do

But take the hits

 

Of an beating that echos

In all the words I know

With silent screams

And broken dreams

 

I miss the point

And roll another joint

Looking for the answers

In the rhythm of the dancers

 

Who twirl and grind

Yet never invade the mind

Of thoughts blacken

By the emotions I’m lacking

 

Memory Stain

I created my own hell

And from that solitary cell

The pain never goes away

Forever the stain of a warm sunny day

Memories that haunt the light

Lasting long into the night

Of a life gone

A truth that never shone

Beneath the lies of living

In the world of the unforgiving

Where there is no choice

To change the echo of the lost voice

No chance to recreate the past

To fix a future that will last

As the present crumbles to the ground

With the splash of tiny drops of sound