Bitter crimson engulfs the sky,
Scattering the spectrum forth.
The sun sets out yonder as
Birds whisper to their hatchlings,
Tomorrow will come before dawn.
Willows wrap around their trunks,
Shivering from the coming cold
Of the wind, barely whispering,
There is rarely solace in goodbye.

Snow falls, leaving your footprints
Upon the barren field of
My frozen heart that weeps.
Time cannot fill the void you left,
Emptied by your departed soul.

Frost devours the stemm’ed
Requiem that grows before you
With a darkened sky, speckled with white,
As a shooting star sends me home.

The ineffable ignites the sky,
As words unspoken
Crackle and combust
Into the raining fire
That lights our eyes.
Oohs and ahhs gasp
As the ashes disappear into the night,
The very fabric of heaven  
We dream of each slumber,
That one day when we too will see the light.
Two lovers kiss beneath God's gates,
Believing that they will ascend into the stars as saints.
When the twilight has passed and dark is upon us,
We too may take that firecracker to the heart,
Life's deepest and cruelest form of art.

Where am I now?
I do not know... am I in a prison cell?  An asylum?
Or am I just within the terrors of my very own mind?
I remember it all so clearly, yet at the same time it’s all a blur.
This evening the devil has truly possessed me.
Consider this my confession, testimony, what ever you please.
But this is for me, to try to clear my mind of the devastating burdens on my mind, soul, and heart.  Here is my recollection of the evening, that seems both so long ago but at the same time only seconds before now.

The plan had been racing through my mind for quite some time before I acted upon it.
Sweet revenge was running fiercely through my veins.  
Never again would I ever have to hurt in vain.  
But that’s not the only reason I wished this fate upon his soul,
It goes much deeper than that.  
I still remember that night just one week ago,
The terrible night that brought me to do the horrible deeds I’ve committed.
  
He killed him.  Yes that’s right!  He killed him!
My dear true love.  
But did the police ever find out it was him that committed the ******?
NO! Of course they haven’t!  
The person I cared for so much with all my heart, my will to live.  
And with no regard for anything but himself, my nemesis, that evil demon killed him.
The ****** weapon is still unknown to the police, but I know what it was.  
I remember it all so clear.  I was there, you see.  
I can’t say what he did.  
It’s too unbearable to ever tell!  
But there, now you see, my motivation for the unforgivable crime.
  
Then my head pounded!! Excruciating pain ran through me.  
I saw these visions, terrible visions!
The awful screams that racked his body.
I saw my own hands pull the hatchet from my bag
“I killed them all” I muttered.  More tears then ever before.
I said louder and louder, “I killed them all, I killed them all, I KILLED THEM ALL!”
The police surrounded me.  Everything went black.  
Now here I am, where I don’t know... am I mad?

These were her last words
Her last words before she was sent somewhere where she would never speak again.
A dimension completely different than ours,
Where there is no tomorrow, because there was no yesterday.  
The room went black and mist rose from the floorboards.
She gasped for breath and looked out toward her audience to help her,
Anything, anything that would even make her feel a little bit reassured.
But all that started back were their blank, blissfully unaware faces.  
She gives out one last scream as she sinks into the essence of her existence,
Thrown into which she always dreaded and hoped to never be apart,
Where sinners see the land that demons set forth for them.
No longer an angel, but nothing, nothing to anybody’s senses to ever experience again.
And yet to them, she still stood right there.
Goodbye, goodbye.

Pitch black,
An everlasting darkness.
Pushing, shoving
Its way through the crowd,
Out into the world
Overtaking everything
And everyone
That steps in its path.

Feeling powerless,
Tears become the raindrops
That cover everything.
There’s a war raging all around us...

A loud, angry cry
From the depths of Hell,
A sharp thorn
That pierces through the skin.
Flash of lightening,
Rumble of thunder,
The tears of all those watching,
The world ends.

Feeling powerless,
Their tears become
The subtle raindrops that
Cover the scenery.
There’s a war raging all around us...

Then someone steps up
Out of the darkness
And stands up to it all.
Slowly,everyone around begins to stand up,stand up
Everyone,everyone.
No matter their skin color, race, nationality
Or anything,anything,
They all become united.
They are together
As one.
The thunder begins to fades away
Out in the distance
The sky transforms from
Black
To a tranquil blue.
The rain slows down until it is gone.
It’s finally over,
The nightmare
That seemed to go on for eternity.
And hope has finally
Returned.
Feeling powerless
Is finally over.
Tears become the raindrops
Of the rain that’ll fall
Someday long from now
In rememberence of the Hell we endured.
The war raging all around us
Is over

Until it starts up again.

Exhaustion overtakes my now weak and feeble body.
I’m being hunted for my mind, body, and soul,
Stripped of my pride.
Life revolves around my inner most instincts
As I am nothing but a vulnerable, baby animal,
Ignorant of the ways of the mature animal mind.
I am nothing but the roar of the lion, the bah of the lamb,
Creak, crack, crash!
Increasingly louder as death closes in.
The blood red Heavens give warning,
While expressing their meaningless goodbyes.
You left me, shallow breathing, occasional sighs.
It’s thought meaningless when innocent animal’s lives are taken,
Yet homicide of a human, innocent or guilty,is a punishable crime.
Both ****** and hunting go hand in hand as
The fear in a creature’s eyes is the look of promised death and suffering,
Quickly and fearlessly attained.
The error in my ways has been recognized too late,
I’m being pushed to my limits, last resorts,
These thoughts soon to be obsolete
When I am all superior again.

Every night I wake
To scratching against the window.
The demonic trees reach and grasp
For my presence as the glistened
Panes repel them away

until one day, they
break.

Life, a precious gift
Treasure it before it's gone
The world keeps spinning

Time is cruel, causing
People to change, coming and going,
Arriving and exiting this great stage
Of actors and actresses.
Faces, voices, memories
Blurring into a distant nostalgia.
Until one day,
We are alone

Sobbing, pleading for redemption.
The absence comes unexpected;
Too soon.
Our time together, long, yet far too brief
Should have lasted forever,
Yet, it is over.

Take me instead,
Spare a loved one's heartache.
For if I could take your place,
I would never be missed or remembered.
You could live on a survivor, a martyr
Therefore making my ephemeral existence on this planet a blessing.
And I will look down,
Your angel,
Protecting you from all harm.

But alas,
I am no god.
I watch you fade,
Knowing that this is the end.
As I am left a wanderer,
To walk this Earth in suffering
Until the day my own name is called
And I can step unto the light to greet you.

The Earth will crumble from its crust,
As the remains settle, and turn to dust.
The oceans will fall and meet the sky,
As a mother's weeps turn from moans, to cries.
Flames engulf their angelic symphony,
As embers of hope become whispers of hypocrisy.
Hope takes flight into the gleam'd, ashen sky,
Taking one final breath,
It coughs, and says goodbye.