Who wants Forever

This will never end

This is all I will ever know

There is no promise

There is no way to mend

All that remains is all I miss

All I see is what the mirror will show

 

Choices gone wrong

Voices familiar long gone

The sun sets

The moon forgets

 

Only the flickering flame of blame

Waiting to ignite the furnace of shame

To end the chill

Of all I feel

And the only thought of hope is to choke

Upon the blacken smoke

 

Of what was once a soul

And a lifetime of sin takes its toll

The Spiral

Down the spiral

Of information gone viral

So many reasons to go

Wrapped in my brain

So few to stay

Begin to circle the drain

I use to stand so tall

I got back up after every fall

 

Took every hit

Always biting off more than I could chew

Because it’s the only life I knew

I never knew when to quit

I became addicted to the taste

Of living a life out of place

 

Looking back

Looking in

On a life that never was

On all I would lack

I was unstoppable

Perfectly unblockable

Yet I was losing as a brave fool often does

Countless was the sweet sin

 

Pointless was the repent

The soul of silver had been spent

To battle the storms within that persist

And I would forever exist

 

Try as I might

I would grasp at the light

And grab only darkness

To cloak my sadness

In the melancholy of my hours

Spent in the chill of April showers

 

Of happiness I would dream

In the suns golden stream

Yet I knew the clouds would always darken

The truth of my soul forgotten

 

I would be stone cold sober

And know my pain is not over

As the first sip

Found its mark upon my lip

Trying to be numb

To all that life has done

And wishing for more

More time before I expired

Even though I am beyond tired

 

So diabolic

The bitter sweet tonic

Of hope

When one is trying to cope

The night goes long

For my will is strong

Even when my soul is weak

And my heart is meek

 

It’s my end

I don’t pretend

It’ll be pretty

I’ll go just as gritty

Into that final night

As I boldly stepped from the light

Tithes of Darkness

Darkness

I speak of it often

Writing volumes on the subject

A feeling that defies intellect

I speak of misery of the soul

I wax poetically of the toll

The wages paid in sin

Trying to escape it’s madness

The tragic cycle of its sorrow

That grips my every tomorrow

I speak of it all

Of the highs and the inevitable fall

 

Yet rarely do I speak of the lights that sustain me

The things that allow me to survive to be

I survive off love and hate

Hope and apathy

I choose my sustenance well

And there I dwell

Till I have had my fill

And regained my will

 

The love of those I care for

The hate that renews me

The hope of a better day

And the apathy to step away

I exist in a confused harmony of opposing forces

A perfect storm in human form

Aware of the choices

Yet careless of the consequence

For a slave to my nature I am

And whether I dance

With Angels or Devils

I am to be among the Damn

 

Still the choice was mine

And in the voice of time

I speak my truths and listen to the folly

Fine is 

Death is fine

Life is fine

Everything is fine

All it takes is time

There’s no reason

No Rhyme

Only Hell is out of season

With Heaven closed 

And limbo is foreclosed
No Virgil to guide

No sin to hide

Only virtue to confide

The blood dim tide rises

The wicked and righteous gather round

Still they wear their disguises

All hoping for the crown

Yet unable to rule the kingdom

For they know not what is to come
Judgement sits upon an ivory throne

Made of forgotten bone

Yet no word from on high

Can judge the those gathered here

For even justice does lie

For the truth it does fear
The fear palpable mixed with copper scent

Is all that it knows 

Laughter is all it shows

Knowing it cannot prevent

The crumbling of the center

As the soul begins to splinter
Leaving only a fraction

Left with any point of action

And that action leads to Limbo

So there is nowhere to go

The garden

​In the end

There was no sin

For every vice was free

As the virtuous paid no heed

To the darkness they had within

For its light did grow

From the tiny seed 

That a garden of thorns would bloom

And in a forgotten room

With a locked door

There upon its dusty floor

Did the faithless knees bend

Not to praise

Or to give hope a raise

But to suckle nectar from the thorny garden

And its sweet bitterness 

The melancholy madness 

That life created

As if it was always fated