~~Poison~~
Like
a poisoned blade I scarred you...
so even
in the midst of deepest pain...
my image
would be forever tattooed on your flesh...
the
poison...
my poison...
forever
in your blood...
my mark
made...
my smile
like hunting cats in the night...
remember
my touch cold as stone...
remember me burned forever in your agony...
~~Darkness~~
Eyes closed,
darkness a comfort.
It hides nothing,
and everything.
Unlike me
like a book.
I lie open;
my spine weak,
from the readings.
Here in the darkness;
I try to see everything,
through new eyes.
Trying to beyond,
past the old scars
of life.
THE NIGHTMARE
You wake to find yourself within a dream.
All around you is a vast plain stretching beyond sight.
One where you could run in any direction,
and still feel like you have moved no where.
It is a barren place void of everything;
except for a glass rose you find lying at your feet.
You long for the touch of another object,
so you pick it up.
You carefully touch the rose;
the delicately shaped petals,
and leaves.
You run your fingers along the stem;
feeling the smoothness of the glass across your flesh.
Yet, you feel not the deep wounds left behind
until the blood runs over your skin in tiny rivers.
You let the rose slip from your grasp;
it falls shattering into a myriad of fragments.
The glass breaking echoes off into the vastness;
sounding like the laughter of a million deranged voices.
Suddenly, you find yourself blind,
and the mad laughter becomes screams of rage.
The unnatural screeching starts form afar,
but quickly moves closer.
You try to run but you end up falling over
obstacles that were not there before.
Your heart races, and fear is now at the reins.
You give up on running,
and curl into a ball on the ground.
You wait paralyzed with dread,
for the creatures to draw close.
Even though your sight is gone;
you imagine their saliva soaked sharp fangs.
Their piercing insane carnivorous eyes,
their sickle shaped claws,
and the pain.
The agony their bite and poisons will bring.
You can hear each of your bones snap,
your tissues and muscles ripping,
as they tear you to shreds in their feeding frenzy.
You envision the earth below you drenched in crimson
as your blood is spilt.
Your anxiety increases to hysteria,
and you cry out for help,
but there is no one except for the monsters.
Just as the beasts that howl and shriek for your blood are upon you.
You wake to find yourself lying in bed.
You look around the room for reassurance
at your familiar objects.
Your heart is still pounding hard,
and you shudder ever so slightly.
Sighing in relief you are thankful the dream is over;
then you see the blood on your hands,
and the screams begin anew.
--Prison
of Tears--
Frozen
in time;
trapped,
locked
away.
I
made this prison of tears;
marking
my face with dirty smears,
scars,
and scratches.
Cries
in the empty night;
of
my forelorn heart,
bare,
and bleeding,
screaming,
and weeping.
Deep
with in;
wondering
why.
Life
of cookies;
all
stale tasting like tree branches,
a
tricky façade.
Hidden
underneath the masks people like to adorn,
every
game,
every
show.
Act
of the day;
life
in a tradegy play,
center
stage.
Standing
with in close walls;
adorned with thorns.
--
Silence --
Sitting
away,
far
from others.
Watching
them
whisper,
watching
them work.
Hands
at time
clasped,
at
times left open.
Eyes
absorbing the image
in
front.
I
see you approach,
my
hand raises as you
begin
to speak.
I
try to sign that I want silence,
but
you insist on rambling on.
My
heart falls,
I
wanted
the
silence my friend,
that
you in a second have taken away.
I
turn away,
put
my back upon you.
I
say
nothing,
and
you keep talking.
What
clue do you need,
that
all that can be said say later.
When
I want a
voice
in my ears,
but
you babble on.
I
say nothing and you soon go,
leaving
my behind with forgotten
thoughts
of only a
moment ago.
