Dull is the day.
A new thrill in the night.
A shrill scream in her flight.
Blood is dripping, the ax is lifting
Last of his kind,
a creature of night,
life in perpetual darkness,
neverending, the madness.
The spirits are raising,
pursuers are racing,
with a goal of ending his splendid ambition.
The endless ordeal has come to an end,
his final salvation eluded again.
The blood is no longer dripping,
his hands, no longer ripping the flesh.
Rapture is gone, once again he's alone.
He's come to oblivion, forgotten again,
ignored, but prison can bind him only so long.
Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 2:51 PM UTC
Sorrowful mourners
lamenting their dreams
facing the truth,
facing the end
they find themselves lost and adrift
amidst the endless nebulous sea
the crushing waves of loneliness
they met on their journey
crash against them, crushing their souls.
Only the rigid remain
others sink deep under the sea
miles and miles they fall
and at the end, only darkness they see.
Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 12:53 PM UTC