The piercing thrum
Of life begun
A song that doesn’t cease
Irregular strums
Of hearts undone
Heavy cries released
The battering drums
Of those unsung
Will never be appeased
I sang for some
Their bleak souls wrung
By what my voice would tease
A hopeful hum
Bright as the sun
A chant that promised peace
I cried for none
For I was one
Whose song was one that ceased
Now hums and strums
And thrums are done
All sound is now deceased
Mother to violence
Widowing silence
And no one left to speak

“You mean nothing to me.”
The words escaped her mouth, her tone giddy
As her eyes sparkled the light of the city
A girl seeking fun
Where there was none
Her motives deformed by courtesy and hesitation
His own tough truth forgotten, lost in adoration
He loved her
For lack of a better word
His love was a mask to conceal his lust
His love was a way to withhold his trust
For he knew
From the moment she kissed him
That she had lost his trust before she ever got it
Which made her subtle rejection all the more anticipated

Endless ashes scattered amidst ballistic rain

Coating disaster in a sheet of pale rebirth

Disturbed by Death’s stroll, doctor among the insane

Hiding its grim smile, brittle bones shaking with mirth

My greatest sin of all
Was to watch you shamelessly call
To those against whom you stood tall
And do nothing as I watched you fall
Into the depths of corruption and pain
Where one is soiled by the drops of rain
As they deform you, to become but a stain
In this world of the dead, of the gruesomely slain
At this point, I wish not to repent
I simply want to embrace my hellish descent
Because if you are a stain, then I am a dent
But I have a message that I wish to be sent
To the world, as a parting gift;
"Now that your saviours are rotting adrift,
Your towers will burn, and your houses will rift
And you will receive a death that is swift."