Bent steel still warm, tight in my hand,Heart cold – anger blazed, its blurred where I stand.Demon on my chest, his blood drips from my fingers,worry whispers, but hatred still lingers.Out of hell, were not the same,ash in my breath, got the devil to blame.One not enough, so in fury I swung,blade rise and fellContinue reading “The man I was”
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The Angels Do Too
The depths of the ocean made many ship a slave. But I’ll rise to the surface, and die with you upon a wave Did the prophets see those bloody sheets? Do they know the meaning in our pains?They take you in one week.But you’ll burn forever threw my veins.Like when they tarmaced those cobbled stones.WhereContinue reading “The Angels Do Too”
These Screams
Are these screams from inside my mind? Or out there? Is it the theif? The scent of ravaged swine in the air? It conflicts though my tongue remains straight. In this cursed world. The truth they hate. Their aim, the unblossomed an it’s dark. Sanity has boarded. I cannot watch it debark. The dark soulsContinue reading “These Screams”
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a desert turn green
I saw a desert turn green.But no letters today, and the phone rang out.I picked up a pen so I did not scream.I made it rhyme, so I would not shout.I looked out the window in the night,as she left me in a dream.I could see things clear from the moonlightI saw a desert turnContinue reading “a desert turn green”
The Bullet
I dont know what you want. Friends waste my time anyway. Someday I’ll be gone. My words though, will carry on. I write, as I find it hard to say. I cant explain where my interests are born, but I need them like the night. I’m blessed in the eyes of danger. Though I struggleContinue reading “The Bullet”
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The Blade
I guess I was just kid back then. But I now know why you hated me so much. ‘My weak mind.’ It coudn’t have made sense to a man like you. It’s hard still now to say aloud, that you once made me cry. I didn’t realise what you were doing. Maybe I still don’t.Continue reading “The Blade”
Into The Light
From obscure realms the whisper of my conscience mutated into screaming. Only gathering my cross carrying the load when the soul cried out for meaning. As the sun I arose the hero of the day, victorious from the dark night’s fight. Beaming away insanity, like a baby emerging into the light.
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