Feast on my words
for I am the dead poet.
Ink to the paper
the past is my moment.

Written down to the second,
the minutes might say.
History's forgotten
the battles will rage.

Sentenced for crimes,
my expressions are free.
Lock me up in the cell,
nothing taken from me.

The thoughts in my head
will always remain.
Touched by the emotions,
the abuse and some pain.

Pent up with the silence,
speak up with the truth.
Explode with your pen,
no moment is mute.

Now I lay in the ground,
dead as the others.
Remember my words,
fellow poets,  my brothers.

Spirit walker what can you tell
standing amidst us silent and still
weaving our souls into a tapestry so rich
each silken thread a story to tell
you catch our tears in your soft white hands
watching us weep in a fervent prayer
so many voices inside your head
screaming out from the bones of the dead
take me with you oh spirit walker
for I am prepared for the journey ahead

Sit inside the tube of eternal thought
Hearing the train roar by
Clack clack on the steel
Erasing memories of the bleeding brain

Pick up the ribbon of sorrow
Blind yourself with nothing but temptation
Silent tears pound the pavement
Rectifying my existence with pain

Cross my emotions with rooted aggression
Tempt my fate by the tangled noose
My toes sweep the chair, tipped over
It grips my neck, one last breath

Confusion
Deception
Life's possessions

Breathing
Conceiving
Life's bleeding

Mindless
Spineless
Life's unkindness

Careful
Tearful
Life's doubtful

Gray is my mind
Black is my world
Fragile and careless
Fall on the concrete floor
Pieces abound
Shattered is my life

I walked down fascination streets
There were no signs to follow
Only the cobble stones led my way

The alley set in the dark by the madness
Echoes bounced off the city walls
Stinging rain pierced my veil of reason

One street light flickered in the distance
Turned back by my own desires
Every step was the same as the last

Insatiable appetites were peeking at me
Ripping at my inner soul
My steps were heavy by time itself

Deepening sorrow contains no happiness
Insects were marching through my veins
Patterned like ******'s Third *****

These streets left me with no desire
Killing off every ounce of my existence
Blood drips down my arm and washes away

Laying down peacefully on the park bench
Wondering where my life had gone
Silently I fall asleep forever on these fascination streets

I sleep, I dream in a pitch black world
Canvas made of cotton, blood soaked and soiled

I dream not in color but many shades of gray
Pulse is risen sharply, time to go and play

Visions I see of horror, creeping in the dark
Shadows in every corner,  time to leave it's mark

Strapped down with failed emotions, I fell down in a violent  blunder
I hear the hooves of  horses, rolling crazy thunder

Can't wake up, from this nightmarish pain
Knocked down the door, hear me screaming again

Lost my way
My way with words
Shh. Nothing
Not a sound!

Closet trapped
Words on the wall
I see the world
End of it all

Crazy place
Everything defined
Meanings are haunted
Darkness  confined

Locked and afraid
Windows can't see
Crying my eyes out
Alone let me be

Wrote with my soul
Death by the pen
Blood stained page
Nocturnal again

Crinkle the page
Frustration no more
Hang by desire
Cried four more

All over the sky
Cast doubt in my heart
Wrote one last word
On the page, torn apart

Feel it surround you
Laminated in silence
Crushed by the moment
Gone in the presence

Savored to a blank state
Ripped to a seam
Slapped by a wonder
Never in a gleam

It is but time
Hidden and above
Deaf to an ear
Crushed by the love

Open the bottle
Tilt the flow
Down the poison
Easy it goes

Blurred out vision
No straight line
Tilt it back
Feeling fine

Fourth drink down
One more pill
Stomach turns
Crazy ill

Half the bottle
Can not stand
Force it more
Hear the band

Head is spinning
Up on top
Fingers numb
Have to stop

No more ***
I want it more
Body craving
I am a *****