The
Blood dries.
And flakes away.
Your
Flesh; once pink.
-Now turns grey.
I'm laying here in the red.
Playing back
those words you said.
Your hair turned White.
-Lips so blue.
Now tell me what's a boy to do?
I guess
I'll bury you beneath
the garden
Where the soils'
Sure not to harden.
I can dig you up
after spring.
-And thank you for
the food you bring.
You've done more in death,
than you did in life.
So I think I'll keep you
-undead wife.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 8:31 AM UTC
The asylum has stood for hundreds of years, a testement to the old worlds constructors. Now her precious orniments have all been stripped from these rotting walls. Everything non-structural has been lost. What has become of my home
My family tossed to the wind.
Like
so
many
l
e
a
v
e
s.
I walk these halls for the last time today.
I was once its protector, now these lonley corridors invite an enemy I once eradicated- back into our world.
An enemy to which today,
I have no defense.
My own dark soul.
Today I go to my death,
I greet it with a smile. This is all my fault.
It started with me,
today It ends with me.
I will always be here. Even when I am not
- Mike Sikes
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
Trails of braided light
run down my trembling body, carrying the dried blood off of my face like a river carries loose stones down stream. A faint metallic scent rises through the steamy air.
No amount of soap and water will wash the memory away...
I nearly took that girls head off.
If it wasn't for Jack,
I would have turned
everyone in that cafe.
Such a mess.
Thankfully, Jack knows his way around cameras.
Witnesses too.
I don't ask - but sometimes I wonder, which one of us is the real monster.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 9:06 AM UTC
Seamus was a man,
who for heavens sake
-was good with his sword arm.
But a bit of a rake.
As famous in battle as he was, he was more known instead
-for fervent virility,
and a creaky worn bed.
Yet, I'll never forget this phrase he once said.
"You know my good lad,
I've always thought funny
-the wars men will wage for
a warm supple *****
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
Darkness dances around me. Finding every ***** in my armor. My vision blurred, I feel my brain swell inside my skull. Threatening to break free.
Crashing blows land one after another.
My mouth fills with my lifeblood.
So metallic in taste.
I cannot speak for fear of bringing more pain and shame upon my weakened frame. Hard to breathe I feel my ribs displaced. This shadow figure is Unrelenting... These primal urges inside of me are screaming "defend your self fool"
I ignore them...
Not the voices I want to hear.
I believe I deserve
every fowl blow I receive.
I deserve this...
Crushing... Smashing... Longing.
I've lost my friends. No one to protect me.
Punching... Kicking... Longing.
Who is this beast. Tormenting me. Knocking me down to his level.
Tearing down my tower,
Draining my sea,
burning my forest.
I have no hope.
I am broken.
Trapped in my own hell.
Is this lucifer The great deciver?
In that moment the beating stops...
Pain is still fresh but,
the figure ceases his assault..
Panting... Wheezing... Longing...
Within shadow I see a broken grin...
Darkness fades
and a familiar face greets me.
Eyes locked to what's left of my soul.
It
is
me.
- It always was.
This demon is and always will be
a part of me.
Whether or
not the voices return.
I have to start from the
b
o
t
t
o
m
again.
But I think that's okay.
I think I have always been there.
- Even when I am not.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
Have I devoured all that is me?
Am I alone... lost...
wandering these halls?
W
h
e
r
e
are my friends,
my voices,
stand silent...
Were they ever there...?
Stomach
w
r
e
n
c
h
i
n
g.
Hunger... Unrelenting hunger... It seems that too much life and time has passed between us.
Now, I sit in shadows,
waiting for my voices to return.
Lurking... Rotting... Longing.
What have I done.
Why have my voices forsaken me?
Where is the tower that once stood proud?
Where is the sea that once raged in my soul.
Mighty trees in my forest; roots once ran so deep.
Now termites feast upon them.
My body,
now a hollowed stump.
I feel I will always be here...
Even when
no one else is.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
Diaries of the red door asylum
I stay in the shadows,
but not for my protection...
lurking.... Hunting..... Longing.
I relive my first day here.
I cant even remember
-my life before this...
Hurting.... Torturing..... Longing.
I believe I have always been here.
E
V
E
N
When I'm not...
Creeping.... Crawling..... Longing.
These voices call to me.
T
H
E
Y
Are me... I know it,
even if they don't.
My brain is squirming in my skull.
No room left.
These voices must be heard.
They
M
U
S
T
Be silenced.
I believe I have always been here.
Even when I am not.
Because.
My heart lies behind the red door.
And the truth liesinred
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC
We are ruled by permissions
that we accept -but fail to read.
These apps may be free.
But we are no longer.
Control comes in many forms.
How do you control your life?
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 10:49 AM UTC
You've poisoned your blood.
I'll stab myself for love.
We've had our share
of false endings.
But somehow, this feels so real.
Verona's in our hearts
although we're worlds apart.
We're giving up on life, not love
Two young souls lost to eternity
Destiny can be cruel sometimes.
-But not near as cruel as family.
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 2:46 AM UTC
Goodbye
I lost myself When I lost you, you never knew the things I'd do.
I turned to you when things turned bad - yet, time wont change the times we've had.
Ask around, I think you'll see. The death of you, was the death of me.
I think you'll find, I found myself - Tucked away upon your shelf.
Collecting dust - collecting tears, you've been away for all these years.
You my friend
were the life of the party.
A Sherlock - to my Moriarty.
And so you lay - head under stone, and left me here all alone.
With all these sins I can't atone.
Time and tears caught
up to me at last
- ill not escape.
This Christmas past.
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 2:43 AM UTC