Double Down

Two lengthier poems in one.

Poem #1 

Inside the dreams of the past,

I hid behind the memories

Of sweet love to escape

The pain of the present

And the future for me is unknown,

The cage I live in hurts

My aching body and damaged soul;

I wish for better days,

When I am no longer trapped.


Poem #2

Flying above the sky,

I fly away from the pain

You cause me in a supposed haven,

Destroying me from within

And leaving my body bruised.

I spread my wings to fly

And escape the pain.


I lost control of my mind,

Going down in hellish fire

Entering the realm of the damned

And unable to regain myself,

I lost all control that night,

The night where I could no longer feel

The knife in my hand,

The night where I could no longer hear

The blood curdling screams,

The night where I could no longer taste

The tang of that innocent, pure blood,

The night where I could no longer see

The look of fear in your face,

The night where I could no longer smell

The sweet fire I put you in.

I lost control that bright night,

Sending myself down a hellish spiral

Where I could no longer sense anything,

My body had no control

Yet, it was the best experience in the world,

To control the choices and outcomes,

To feel unstoppable.

Nightly Feast

It was dark and cold that night;

Wolves howled at the moon

And circled us like prey,

Licking their lips with us in sight,

Ready to pounce at the word

Of the Alpha, the commander.

Circling around, the wolves move

In rhythm, around the prey

And licking their hungry lips,

Thirsty for the blood of the innocent,

Waiting for the command to strike

And bring us down,

But we will not go down without a fight.

Deep Within

Deep and powerful the heart beat,

Sending shivers across the whole body,

Begging to be held and calmed.

Without the passion and warmth,

Nothing can be tamed

And flames rage burn

With the strength of hell fire.

The body shivers and pounds,

Sending fire throughout the body

Sending shivers of uncontrollable pain

Through the innocent.

The Sorrow

Revolving in the deep darkness

Sits the young creature filled with madness,

Curled up in pain and fear

Of their true power and strength.

Filled with rage, covered in black,

The creature sits and waits,

Waits before the blood boils

And unleashes wrath unto

The sorry souls in the path.

It is not done out of hate,

But out of sorrow for the world,

For the decimated and ruined world

That no one should continue to live in.

Let Go

I never needed anyone to hold me,

It was never needed to feel love.

The warmth of you was unwanted

And unwelcome, my independence

Meant your sorry self was without a job,

And a sorry job it was, trying to

Warm and protect the dead.

I need  no one to hold me,

Need no one to protect me,

For the warmth is unwanted,

And my independence rids me

Of you for good.