The old shatter hand
That smashed our hearts,
Crushed our bones,
And tore our tendons

It's mighty blows of death,
Casting our sorry souls,
In the land of despair
Sleeping on our howls

Sunken eyes, falling hair,
Peeling flesh, black teeth,
Decaying nails,
And a growling belly

The cover of the night,
Hiding from the shame of the sun,
And cheerful faces of the malicious
Whose hearts you blessed
With our woes of desperation

Why so wild?
Shutting your ears to our requests
But not our cries,
What pleasure do you find in our misery?

For no good or bad would sway your will,
And not our past or future,
Weighs the blessing of the present
So, why hide your face from us?

The falling threads of her hair
Dark and satin,
In the yellow light of a dying candle,
Brushing lightly the wrinkles of my face,
At the temples, before the moon,
When she hung peaceful in my feeble arms,
Sharing a fatherly embrace

The slates of this mind,
Where fantasies streamed,
For you,
After the first time

Your gracious gaze
A charming smile,
A lazy walk,
But an elegant body

A woman within,
With a thrilling voice,
That tethered my heart,
In your chamber of lovers

How could I not have seen?
That, it was just a game,
A long list you kept
Within the pages of a red dairy

Where horrors howled from a past,
And anxiety transformed into hate,
To wield the sceptre of power,
As you drag souls into a hysteria

Gutting their souls,
Draining their hearts,
And washing your feet,
With a cloth soaked in their blood

To be, gratified,
Chatting with your demons
As they crown you queen
And later,

Drown you,
In a pool of nightmares
To mark you one of them,
In the hell you partially designed

But,
am not one of you
Immune to your spells
After seeing how empty your heart is,
And in search for an understanding

Of why, the world so cruel?
Seeking the house of empathy
To find one of a kind
To ease your pains

And sorry, it ain't I
For me too,  
Chat with my demons,
And send them,

To seek sorry souls,
Like yours,
And devour their essence
As I watch with a smile,
Their spirits, wither

And finally,
erasing my slates
For the rules were the same,
It was, just a game

I've travelled the dark,
Accepted it's cover,
Over my transgressions

Do I regret?
No
Would I repent?

She left,
And I chased her shadow,
The blood on my toes

Trod on skulls,
And drunk on weak souls
As she slipped further

Her skirts like the horizon,
On an open sea,
Before turbulent waves swept in

To find reason,
To live,
To know pain

To live the hustle,
To forget  joy,
the warmth of the sun

It was easy to breath,
But hard to live

Watching the world through hell's gate
Wrestling my demons by the day,
And chocking on my screams in the dark

An illusion it seemed,
Vivid, a smudged line between,
The realm of reality,
And edges of a nightmare

The heart grew cold,
To fear and hope,
But hate and misery,
The cloaks it wore,
On the path of vengeance

To the heavens,
In their silence,
Hiding above the clouds
Shielding the sun from my soul
An empty shell,
And a withered spirit

May be,
We don't know the light,
Until we've been in the dark,
We don't see why we live,
Until we've found,
That to die for
To lose our souls

And so I awoke,
Into a dawn,
That life could be beautiful again,
With a new reason,
To live, die,
A legacy,
In a hall of fame,
Where my name rests

Yesterday I believed not in love
And today I float freely in its realm

It is a world of hearts,
Beating at a matching tempo

Where bodies kiss,
Absorbing warmth and sweat

Hands move and explore
Making light touches so thrilling

Running from the toe,
To the last hair on your head

Becoming lost from the physical world
To that of elated bliss

And so, you say unto me,
That I am demented

But, how can I explain to you?
That which you have felt not

You may understand,
But never come to know what it's like

To wish time would rewind one second back
So you could hear her voice call out your name

To wish the sun would not fall for at least one evening
That you may watch her smile, amidst a beautiful twilight

She says goodnight,
And it feels like forever

Usually just a few hours to dawn
And I hear the other end of line die

So I wait on the clock until it's morning
Turning in this bed till every part of it feels uneasy

What's the point in feeling,
And yet, can't express yourself?
Like a huge bubble of emotion,
Expanded to it's limit, but bursts not

Sometimes I feel angry for my poor heart
Overriding my mind and taking control of me

And yet when it does,
Its drives me to places of wonder

So tell me please,
Is this the thing called love?

Words of silence,
Scream my regret,
Burying my soul
Within seconds of the past

A Drink of flesh,
The hungover, of this soul
To question happiness,
At the whim of the glass

Seeing it's bottom,
And the shadow of the future
For what's there to live for?
But memories of yesterday

That fade with the wind
Stealing the dark of our hair
To leave but wrinkles of thought
Before the day of the reaper

Maybe,
We come to know
Of the face of sorrow
But not, one of joy

For under the moon,
The stars and the clouds,
The sun burns our hearts,
Into ashes of oblivion

No night dark,
Nor winter cold
To hide the shame of my heart,
Nor numb the fibres of its pulse

But, an aching rhythm
Tearing down,
the walls of the mind

The death of a boy
In a shell of man
Riding, along,
The broken rails of a hysteria