May infamy strike its curséd name
Maiming, mutilating, mundaning
As my battered body and tattered soul
Struggle to gain a foothold
Grasp at nothing for a breath
And wither with every passing moment

I have wished for solitude
But it was meant to be serene and silent
Not a deafening blare of desolation
I am alone, I am alone
It's me against the devil
And the devil is winning

I can feel his grip tightening on my mind
Idle for too long, yet equally active
The stench of despair curls around my nose
And curdles my blood like aging milk
Lethargic weeping plagues my day
And unmitigated fallacy my nights

We had grown so close, you and I
I could feel the blanket of depression lifting
The fog clearing, the sun shining
But whether it be an appetite for destruction
Or a fear of inevitably deeper attachment
You went away, far far away

You are my sunshine, my goddess
Why must you hide behind the storm?
Banish its painful treachery
Shed the scintillating beauty of your smile
Upon my dreary heart once more
I need your light

But that is only a wish amongst dreams
Has my destiny changed
Or is this the course I was meant to take?
I could care less at this early hour
Because I'm lonely today

Many poems that are left untitled
And written by my hand
Are not really poems
Just blurbs of thought like this
So if you can think of ways
To better and lengthen and develop them
Feel free to message me your ideas
Who knows
You may see them for sale one day

Eyesight blurring as eyelids droop
The world is not intelligible to my sight
Yet I see an image clear as day
It is you, it is you again
I see your eyes peering back into mine
And I relive the days of past
Again and again and again and again
I miss you

Deep within the dusty catacombs
Lay a stone, cracked and ancient
Having weathered centuries of battle
It yet pulses with life, although feebly
Pilgrims trek miles to lay gold before yet
Fools, you have no place here
they vanish into the air
My heart, the last testament to my journey
Wishes to slumber alone
How it was meant to

Strike down upon me with your scepter
Entrust in me the obedience of your ways
Light me the path to my paradise
Where there is no pain, no suffering, no poverty
Let me follow with your flock, My Shepard

Allow me to present myself before your throne
And bow down to your mighty power
I wish to wash your feet, although clean of filth
And sing praises to your holy name
Oh please allow me to do so, My King

Please oh faithful Shepard King
Have faith in me as I do in you
My path is meandering but headed towards grace
This I promise is true
Just grant me the peace and power to continue onward
My Lord, My King, My Shepard: Amen

Fear'd desolation
Corrupting, painful despair
Erupts from the crypts of my mind
Yet flowers blossom within;
Sacred rebirth through turmoil

The world has grown vile
There is no truth left
We slay our kin for fortune
Laugh at others struggling to stay afloat
Allow a slip of paper to dictate our lives
And the Heavens weep

Death and destruction plague our lives
Warring nations combat
Over lines of pure fantasy; control
Children are scarred forever by its teachery
Parents are slain for no gain
And the Heavens weep

I have learned that I have no place here
Loveless, lifeless
I have no reason to be
The grim reaper is my saving angel
And on this day, with me
The Heavens weep