Disappointment , enough to go around
Enough to devour a soul
Fed from breakfast to dinner
The last meal of the sinner
Enough tears to make you drown
Dig a hole six feet in the ground
Bury the body deep
So you can sleep
All the while bells toll
Another day to start again
Another way to end
In disappointment

Prey for it

On the hunt again

A hyper-carnivore of all that I adore

Stalking that feeling

A game of hunter prey

An emotional vampire

Rising as the sun falls

Down the back alley of memory

Into the crowded streets of lust

On your knees to pray

But it’s not God you trust

With only one desire

To feel again

Easy target lost little lamb

So far from home

Why did you roam

Now you’re squealing

And tomorrow you’ll be

Nothing but a trophy

Senses reeling

As the sirens wails

Shadow dancing into the mourning

Before the dawns warning

The lamentations of a cross road demon

A soul is a terrible thing to waste. Everyone selling them on the cheap. It’s a buyers market with a sellers misinformation. Fortune , fame, and the dame. Funny how it comes down to woman more often than not. I can barely remember a time when it wasn’t one of those three reasons that called me out at midnight. The ever human need to feed, to satisfy the thirst of desire. Offering the precious for only a few fleeting years of the rapture. Before damnation drags them down. The bill always comes due. And I don’t run a dine and dash business here. Sure there’s always one or two who bolt, who flee when its time to pay that fee. Ask the blues man how far he got, oh wait never mind he’s been in box of pine since before ‘39. didn’t take long for the hounds to sniff him out and drag him down. Sold that soul for talent he already had.

Ya see that’s the thing about humanity always selling the one thing they got for something better without paying attention to the details. They think their lives are hell. Let me tell ya something that ain’t even seen hell yet. That’s where I come. I’ll tweak a few stars, twerk a few strings and give them exactly for their heart sings for.Pennies on the soul, Judas got silver. Does that tell ya about the state of economics with the human soul. Human souls are cheap. Barely worth the time, barely worth the rhyme. But a jobs a job and it’s midnight somewhere.

Sunless Days

A silence so loud it’s deafening
A scream that goes unheard
A dreamless world
Where there’s nothing left worth defending

Only sorrow
For every new tomorrow
That I wake to
Confusion and corruption all under the sun
Whats a demon to do
When there’s nothing left to take
And even the angels are fake
Is the work done?

Angels with blood soaked wings
Rage with the dying of light
Knowing they are the cause
As Demon’s whisper with hope of new things
A better life in the long dark night
That is to come after the sun falls

A dark moon rises
With only the briefest glimmer
A soul would shiver
In the cold of lonely eyes
Found staring in the reflection
Of the mirror of perfection
That was created by the loss of innocence
When the words lost all pretense

Ancient Fleeting

There’s a hole in my soul
It bleeds out all I know
Nothing fills it
Nothing heals it
Wanting everything
And desiring nothing
A loop of frustration
Creating my own damnation to be my salvation

Feeling ancient
Body breaking to match my soul
Life taking its toll
Birth an accident
Existence an underachievement
Of wasted time, energy and moments

Going nowhere fast
While moving forward
In a loop de loop of a corkscrew helix
Only to find myself back
My soul will not last
As I ghost backward
In a life of pyrrhic
Whose purpose I lack