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Damien Frost Oct 2019
A dead bird stepped upon again, a jewel adrift at sea
A starving dog engaged in dream, a distant melody
All sorts of things here happen, beneath and over land
The ghastly screams of those in pain, a sordid saraband

These eyes of mine that notice those grim carvings on your wrists
Each line to mark your deepest woes: the ghosts within the mists
As in the quiet of the night, a thunder stirs the calm
You plant a kiss upon my cheek, I take you in my arms

Afar, afar, across the seas, as we slow-dance in silence
One hurts his love too much and casts the auguries of violence
And in some corner of the world, as I take you to bed
A bleeding woman sleeps on ground, and turns the rain to red

And red: the shirt you wear that I take off your glistening skin
It smells of laughterful despair, but most it smells of sin
The taste of gin I transfer from my foulsome mouth to yours
While somewhere near, a someone's dear ties a noose of pure remorse

And many a good folk hang tonight as many a piper pipe
While tangled up in lust and love we live this selfish night
Your mother remembers not your name, my mother would not speak mine
She only wants her grief to end, and searches for a sign

Overhead, a silver moon blends in with smoky skies
I turn my head, to see it gleam, from between your hungry thighs
The gradual rise of tides propells the winds upon the sea
They carry a familiar scent of loneliness to me

And loneliness I feel as I ****** harder into you
And wonder if my loathsome act would pass my sin to you
I think of seas and birds and moons, I think of nooses tied
And think of those with darkened hearts, who in the darkness hide

Your eyes, as languid as they are, still hint at some desire
But in them I see my two own which bind a lifeless mire
And somewhere someone else like me, but like me not so much
Wrapped up around a one like you, resents her every touch

He, too, must wonder what goes on inside and out and far
Does he look as deep into her eyes, or does he look at stars?
Perhaps some poor soul near to him is trapped in sorrow boundless
Perhaps he hears the distant cries, the music almost soundless

But fret not, love, the world goes on, and on it will still spin
The slave will always lose the game, but the master will not win
And if in futile act we make some vapid love tonight
Just pretend in all this dark there is a faint flicker of light

The dead bird no more stepped upon, the jewel's lost in the sea
The dog feasts on a rotting bone, now plays no melody
All sorts of things here happen while we dance and kiss and drink
And if I could control the seas, this awful world would sink
Damien Frost Feb 2019
To rive the heart that beats for you
Is cruel and unkind
The scar you left without a care
Is burned into my mind
But what of sorrow, what of pain
I'm leaving you behind

A grave mistake it was to love
The worst that could be made
This limping heart calls out for help
But no one comes to aid
And all the colour I now can see
Is longing's deepest shade

I ask myself, 'How does someone
Have heart to cause such pain
To lead one once again to hope
And ****** it again?'
And all I ask, no answer comes
I ask it all in vain

I mask my face and wear a smile
I drink and dance to song
But in some corner of my mind
I know that all is wrong
I know you will forget me, love
But I will not, for long

I say goodbye, and may you have
A life that should be kind
For all your flaws, I loved you much
Perhaps I loved you blind
But no concern, I will get by
I'm leaving you behind
Damien Frost Apr 2018
If in moments that follow
My life I think to take
Forgive me if tomorrow
To your voice I do not wake

Forgive me if I stumbled
And failed to be of worth
Forgive me; I'll be humbled
Buried within the earth

No sound these ears will hearken
No touch this skin will feel
The dark of eyes will darken
These lips forever seal

And afterwards, come greet me
If only with a smile
And stay as maggots eat me
If only for a while

And I hope you will forgive me
For all I could not be
And in my death you'll give me
A reason to be free
Damien Frost Jan 2018
I glimpsed a blissful morning,
That never shall be mine,
A life of nought but mourning,
Not all of us can shine

The darkness, far expanding,
A canvas painted black
And hopeless I am standing,
Far from my chosen track

Why would you give me burden?
This curse of birth and breath?
Where suffering is but certain,
I ask for only death

Take all your lovely wonders,
I have no use for these
The crystal skies, the thunders,
My heart and arteries

These words that do escape me,
I want none of their healing
I let my demons **** me,
The numbness kills the feeling

This flesh that binds resentment,
Each pulse: a new regret,
Why would I seek contentment,
When a smile is hard to get?

If life were truly sacred,
Why would it be despised?
Why would my hope not make it?
My dreams unrealized?

If only I could muster,
The strength to raise a knife,
From my throat, a red with lustre,
Gush out with all my life

Then fade away the sorrow,
And fade away the laughter,
No morning, no tomorrow,
No after,
Oh, no after
Damien Frost Oct 2017
I sit here alone
With freezing hands
No warmth of love
No hand to hold

I sit like stone
Remember her touch
The night is freezing
But she is cold
Damien Frost Sep 2017
'What's wrong?', they ask me often
They say I look distressed
Look bothered and disturbed
So dismal and depressed

They say, 'Cheer up and smile'
As if my woes were stains
You wipe them with a cloth
And the stain no more remains

These thought that would not grant me
A single moment's peace
Like ghosts they come and haunt me
I beg and beg, oh please

I feel my mind's imprisoned
Behind despair's bars
These woes, they are not stains
But ever-deepening scars

Do they think I would not end it
So simple if it were?
I'd gladly tear it out of me
But--it's not that easy, sir

For things like these at times are fixed
To last you all your life
The life you hope would not be long
A tale of nought but strife

Wish to be killed, wish to be gone
I wish to be destroyed
A blot upon a rotting world
Of worth and hope devoid
Damien Frost Aug 2017
Let you and me, eternally,
And gleefully, together be
Together, free, in harmony,
We will be for eternity

And in your arms, serenity,
Forever will be soothing me,
And moving me, internally,
Alluring me, continually

I'll love your skin, relentlessly,
Your words strung like a melody,
Will hit my ears, seducing me,
Bemusing me, a symphony,

Your face-- the perfect sight to see,
To see your eyes- the artistry
Let me be lost, in poetry,
Of a gaze so lost in reverie

Your hair like mist, eluding me,
And gently then, secluding me
I'm drawn to you, so hopelessly,
My love for you is ruling me

Your smile, so grand and heavenly,
Those lips, engulfed in ecstasy
You're beautiful, effortlessly,
Perfection is your tendency

A dream, a sight, a mystery,
A gleam of light, illusory,
And touch of skin, so velvety,
As though a touch of destiny

My fervour rises fervently,
As you approach, advertantly
The thought of you, reducing me,
To a poet, musing foolishly

You stare at me, romancingly,
Two dreamy eyes, deducing me
Disintegrating, breaking me,
As if to be diffusing me

I feel like God is choosing me,
To be the one, deservedly,
The one you'll love so fervidly,
My fears are slowly losing me

I am in love, and certainly,
This feeling grows abundantly
Each moment shared so blissfully,
Forever etched in memory

Now I am yours, entirely
No dream, no lie, no fantasy
A love written in history,
It shall be for eternity
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