Wasteland Of Souls

There was a time when Death roamed free,

And all the angels bowed their heads in shame,

The weeping pictures of the fallen cracked,

Inside deserted houses of prayer…

The time for gods to rule and blame;

They said that it would be forgotten,

They swore never to let go,

The dreams of the fallen,

The tears they cry…

There is a god;

Not known to you,

And I,

Feel his breath around my head,

Or deep inside,

My soul,

I know not the difference…

[Between Him and Me]

And none should know,

No longer,

Through deadly hollow whispers,

Promises turn to lies,

They bare the story

Of what was,

And is no more….

Solitary Prayer

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

Edgar Allan Poe - The Raven

Whispers crawling, whispers calling,

Too dead before you’re born,

Too damned before, your heart is thorn

Between all wrongs and rights…

So draw your lines,

Hide between your thoughts,

Otherworldly images of pain,

The line is always mine to cross…

Scream your thoughts before the sky,

Inside your mind, forsaken lullaby,

The lullaby of Death made flesh,

Lick the sweat between its thighs…

Devour sweetly my last breath,

With each and every thought astray,

With each and every kiss of clay,

Deliver Me into my grave…

Poison

Whispers from the realm of the dead

The ride to hell, a whole different story

The nightmares rise and fall,

One is bound to haunt your mind forever

One whisper crawls beneath your skin

The reaper always closing in,

The time to answer for all sins,

The way you lose your mind in darkness…

The smile of the fallen, always reminding,

Of simple pleasures, and guilty thoughts,

Chronicles of delusion, are written in your name,

Forever knowing your deep dark guilt.

To be born, or to die, alone, you see

The curse inflicted upon mankind,

Simple rays of light that warm nothing,

The sun of winter forever leaves me cold…

Nothingness

The only thing left in your moment

Is the moment that is yet to come,

Fading away with each day,

A journey begins with the very first step,

And like all things, life comes to an end,

But contrary to all belief, we die with each breath,

Cursed to fade away since the day we where born,

The lines of our lives are meant to be thorn.

Some are sooner, some are later,

Some are sweeter and some are bitter…

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,

For all I love and all I lust,

Is burning like fire the soul that is lost,

Somewhere around,

Giving its last breath in a pile of dust,

And all the blood I spilled, turned to rust…

September’s prey, gone just like a dream,

The kind of dream that ends with a scream,

Be it pleasure, be it pain, the meaning’s gone,

And all the scars will scream: “INSANE!!!”

Perhaps a smile I choose to wear,

Perhaps I lie, but I swear,

The summer wine went dry,

And all the wounds shall heal with poison...

Barely whispering

Burning each day

Just watching children play

The name of the wicked

Tears the night apart

And all the dreams

And all the screams

Appear to be real

Even for a moment

That can only last forever

A simple touch of her skin

And is wish to drown in sin

Carve the starlight in all dreams

Seek not redemption

But blessed drunkenness

And all that silence

And all that bliss

Found only in One’s embrace