Broken

Darkness follows my every step,

Cloak of ice enveloping me,

The cold reaching deep into my bones,

The only warmth I ever feel.

Not even the needle makes me feel

Warmth or joy, no drink alleviates

The consuming pain of emptiness.

I crave the sweet embrace of Death,

But life is never that easy.

Puppet

Puppet

 

I was lost and weak,

Hiding in the shadows,

Down in dust;

 

Step by step

I walked to find

A little peace and love,

 

I never knew how to find

Hope and light

To bring me out of shadows.

 

Lost and weak

Walking blind,

Buried in dust

 

I couldn’t walk away

From the darkness,

Where no light shined,

 

Where no light shined and darkness grew

Within a lost heart, where all hope died

And made me a puppet for you.

Beware the Shadows

In the darkness the creature scurries away, hiding from me in the shadows, creeping in the pustulant night. Every step I take, it takes one too. Following and creeping behind. Tentacles writhing to taste my flesh.

I cannot see it. Not even the eyes. Yet, I know it follows. It lies behind every door, lurking in the shadows. With each step, it waits behind, waiting for one mistake. Waiting to taste my blood. Waiting to drink from the chalice the gift of life.

I will not let it take me. Faster I walk down the hall, past the chandeliers and paintings. Everywhere I look, the shadows retreat. It is ahead of me now! Waiting for me to fall into its bloody arms, every inch of its skin ready to rip my flesh apart.

Faster I walk. Faster. If I slow down now, it will surely catch me. I can feel the walls pressing closer, ready to feed me to that monster.

I reach the end of the corridor, at the tall glass window. I see the full moon in the eternal sky, commanding the attention of all. I turn back and see it in its full form, the demon of my dreams. It forms and looks back at me. I see the mercury eyes, the eyes of malice and intent to kill. The eyes of lust.

Panicking, I reach behind me, but all I feel is the lever to open the window. Might as well. I will not let this monster take me. I will not allow my blood to be used to paint these halls red. I will let the ocean mix with my blood, and set myself free in the sea.

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.