Sea of the Dead

I wrote this one with suicide in mind. The funny thing was that when I wrote the first three stanzas, I thought I was describing how my life felt, until the last one, where I realized the difference between life and the sea I was writing of. In life there is always hope. Read and enjoy.

Sinking
Cold hands pulling
Find the surface
Glimps of light
No need to breathe
When all is airless and dark

Sea of the Dead
No memories of life
Only centuries of fighting
Struggling
Strianing
For a glimpse of light

Cold hands pull
For all eternity
No use at all
Can't think for savage sounds of wails
Peirce the mind
Ravage the soul

Sinking
In the Sead of the Dead
Suicide was useless
This is worse than before

Yellow Silk and Green Flowers

Today I met a man of
Yellow silk and green flowers
He took me for a ride
The fun never seemed to end
I meet him everyday
The fun never goes away

Now I cannot live without my man of
Yellow silk and green flowers
I follow him everywhere
Do everything he says
Till one day I awake to
Find him gone
As I drift
In the sea of the dead
Where all things are
Forgotten

Puddles of Blood

Puddles of blood
Line the streets of my conscience
The buildings are tall and dark
We pick at the flesh
Of the dead where they lay
Feeding on darkness
Sorrow
And strife

We are the creatures
That live in my conscience
Empty and souless we are
Drinking the blood
Of those lost to the world
Feeling nothing
Something
Everything
All

Resurrection

Awake
Eyes wide to darkness
Stench of rot
Something about this padded box
Claw and scratch until I'm free
Breath of air brings mystery

Strange
Straight lines of tombstones
Shadows in the twilight
Clouds cover the moon above

The Band

I followed the rabbit to Wonderland
But all I found was a burnt-out band
The Calico cat had a drum solo
The Hatter on bass, the Queen sang low
Sadly, there was no piccolo
Alice died long ago

I Am Your Whore

Stench of vomit
I lie in a pile of my own disgust
All that has been is my fault

I am your whore
I bring filth to your bed
The smell of my lingers for days
Back to my puddle
Of shit and of stench and of evils
It's where I stay

Your need brings me back to your room once again
Your cry as you slither inside
Guilt drip from your pores
Yet you cry out for more
Your inocence smeared with the wrongs of your lust
When you are done
disgust masks your features
You hit me again and again
Kick me outside
To my puddle of evils
Where I wait till the day
You need me again

Palace in the Sky

Watching from behind closed eyes
I see all from my palace in the sky
Untouchable
The people are just pawns upon my chessboard
They are incomplete
For only after I have used them
And abused them
Can they compete
In the race of life which is useless to me
In my palace in the sky.

Like a Knife

Your tender love
is a knife upon my
fragile skin
Your desire a hot poker
You burn me
As you yearn me
and cut me with your love
STOP!
Before I am consumed
The blood of our joining
Stains the pureness of our souls.

Drip

Drip
It fills your conscience
Drip Drip
It kills your mind
Drip Drip Drip
Chained to the wall
All that is to be is only
Drip

White-Gloved Woman

A woman with a white-gloved hand
Stands in the shadows Of a busy ballroom
Eyes as pale as the moon
Hair as black as a starlight night
Noticed by none but I.

A woman with a white-gloved hand
Walks slowly through the quiet streets
Shadows upon shadows
Fill her moonlight eyes
She knows not of who follows her
Into the starlight night

A woman with a white-gloved hand
Lies ion the shadows
The life of her ebbs away
Her pale eyes fade into shadows untold
as her white-gloved hand is stained to
Violently red
No-one knows she in dead
But I
No-one knows she is dead.

Questions

Who do you see in the darkness?
Who calls to you in the rain?
He who owns the deed to your soul.
He who brings you pain.

Love Poem

This was my sad attempt at a love poem.

A wilted rose
Upon a table thick with dust
How can a simple rose mean
So much?
Fresh was our love
But withered it becomes
Until it is the earth again
Forgotten.

Shadows

Hiding in the shadows
Blacker than the night
daemon's cries and people's lies
Sparking dreams of fright

Trapped

Trapped inside my own invention
Slave to what is yet to be
How long has it been
Since I was master
Of my destiny?

My Love

Wow i think this is an accual love poem. And it doesn't include sex or inapropriate language. Wow. Oh well. Might as well read it. Don't throw up all over your keyboard.

I let my love be my destruction
For he would never let me be
He chased me through my wilderness
He swam for me across the sea.

Clarity

Everyday brings understanding
Everyday brings clearer gain
Thought clarity is only
Just a handspan
From a greater pain.