Swim with me to the bottomless depths
Below the surface
Where father time forgets
No rhyme or purpose
No name or sound
Just the waves
To no currents are we bound
Past the graves
Where old ships lie
Silent still
Solitude the ocean's cry
Simply swim
Past the iron shore
Where ashes rest
Memory waits no more
Its steely crest
But forgotten lore
Memory rests
Above the ocean's roar

Oh, Agony, how sweet the sound
Of dreary tears as they pound the ground
The bitter sweet sorrow, of a breaking tomorrow
Of A Shattered Dream
Painted across the sky
In effervescent hues
Of black and grey
A seemingly endless menagerie
Of white hot thunder
Singing the madness away

The fires burn deep in the blackened night
Soft hues shifting, everlasting light
Subtle throes of twisted agony
Sweet caresses tell the tale of tragedy
She squirms and moves, hips sliding delicately
A lithe creature from a nightmare, seduces me
A voice like a siren cries into the forbidden night
A world in ecstasy sings to nature’s blight
Wet furtive movements, soft gentle moans
Escaping from the throat, of the angel of Rome

A shrieking Harlot
Bequeaths my ears with sound
Forbidden, so tainted, her breast a shivering mound
I love her, I hate her
Erratic, writhing, torment, agony, upon the ground
Love lost, pleasure found, a world in turmoil
A man drowned

The world stretches on for miles around me
The sky smiles in its innocent embrace of eternity
Velvet perfection painted across sunset skies
Melancholic musings muddled with silken sighs
Dying light alive in the airs of paradise
Wilted dreams bathe in it's promised lies
Silence lives and violence thrives
Because even paradise knows that beauty dies

The shallow lights are dying
Fading bit by bit
Those shining stars are crying
The sky is barely lit

Twinkling orbs of splendour
Entombed before my eyes
In the solitude of surrender
Death in darkened skies

A vision of life is with me still
Past the holes in war torn hills
An image of hope, that will not die
Despite the tears, in my child's eye
Life persists, among a field of  death
Shallow, bleeding but still with breath
A flower once white, now bathed in red
Still lies standing, among the fallen dead
The skies are smoke, thick and hot
An inferno of battle, shells and rot
The earth is painted, in shades of brown
But where splashes of red, taint the ground
While innocence dies, the flower endures
Perfect petals wilting, to war's overtures
Yet as long as that flower, still lies dreaming
Will the hope in my heart, keep on breathing

As the lilies weep in wanton air
Does the lion that treads hither spare
Neither thought nor heart or even care
For the broken corpse just lying there

Fear is a mask that I wear by day
Hiding my face from words you say
Pain is the name of the armour I wear
A contortion of sweat that fills the air
Malice is the look in my twisted eyes
The vision of apocalypse in disguise
The emotions in which I dress
Are the clothes in which I die
The things that we suppress
Are the truths we claim are lies

A vision of life is with me still
Past the holes in war torn hills
An image of hope, that will not die
Despite the tears, in my child's eye
Life persists, among a field of  death
Shallow, bleeding but still with breath
A flower once white, now bathed in red
Still lies standing, among the fallen dead
The skies are smoke, thick and hot
An inferno of battle, shells and rot
The earth is painted, in shades of brown
But where splashes of red, taint the ground
While innocence dies, the flower endures
Perfect petals wilting, to war's overtures
That flower is the peace, for which we die screaming
The very thing being slain, when we fight for its being
The children who we protect, with swords and shields
Are the soldiers who die fighting, upon our battlefields

Our silent words are nothing
Our sickening songs are dead
That last breath of something
Was just a whisper in my head

The moving world around me
Is growing darker by the hour
My bleeding heart is dreaming
Of screaming down that tower

Of the embrace that awaits me
Of the sudden eclipse of sound
Solemn grace which escapes me
As my dungeon hits the ground

I woke amidst an all consuming blackness
A void so empty as to be the death of light
And in that darkness knelt the giant Atlas
Shoulders burdened by the weight of spite

His steely heart was sinking
Deep into that primal black abyss
Yet his eyes stood unblinking
His pain was the absence of bliss

Entombed between heaven
And the sovereign earth below
The spheres on his back an emblem
Of the joy he would never know

His barren eyes were a memory
Sockets where passion had died
Empty lids long lost in reverie
The last of his tears had dried

Your smile is too bright
Your eyes too pure
You are the light
I am the disease to your cure

Your perfection is stunning
Your curves assault my eyes
My heart is running
The shadow of pride in me dies

Every accomplishment shrivels
Before your naked glory
My crooked heart bristles
Knowing you stand before me

Your gaze is rapture
Your touch is bliss
My soul encaptured
In her sweet kiss

A layer of mud, caked over a hollow can. Rusted tin, a broken man. Kicked on down the crooked road, past the hollow shells that some called homes. Down the peeling yellow lines, past the wind torn soldier pines. White ash replicas of organic times. Broken bones and unanswered crimes. Blood spilled red is caked on brown. A hollow circlet, a corpse's crown. Syanarra and sweet good byes. Black veiled eyes gazing out like dots on dies. Eerie portals, the Devil's spies. Open mouths, silent still but speaking lies

Soft as silver and just as bright,
the waters glowed briefly but brightly in the night
A lone child sat by the river,
body pressed still, barely suppressing a shiver.
Clothing too thin on a body too frail,
cold winds and winter tidings turned his skin ghastly pale.
The waters flew gently on a bird's hidden wing
- flying downstream as moonlight off the surface would sing.
Silent and unbidden save for the gentle flow of the spring,
The dark forest a mystery, foreshadowing a tomb.
The lily still, was the only thing left in bloom.
Amid a forest of bare trees and darkness, it stood a lone sentinel against the gloom
Delicately nestled in a thicket of thorns.
It stood alone against winter's arsenal of storms.