I pour myself deep into my chest.
Grasp desperately at my fragile heart.
It beats and pounds hard against my breast.
Seeking to escape and bid my body depart.
Cool soothing thoughts that flow on streaming.
Hundreds of deep breaths I struggle to take.
Devils waters fall here in this owl light dreaming.
And killer instinct ride into sunrise break.
I walked. The mild thought of my partner parts in ash.
Shaking hands that tremor through her wisping dust.
Grasping desperate grains on wood and slash.
Standing in catastrophe on dank and drowning crust
From my home, death stretches far into the beyond.
As if calling for the highest power to come and help.
Taking solace in the silence of its absent responce.
Scuttle the fortress so all its pictures melt.
As summer dies and makes way for winter eternal.
Attacking all that are blinded by blizzard in her heels.
The you who watched while my self burned infernal.
Make mice of men who's love, life conceals.
I plead and pray yet know that without reproach,
That memories will consume me until reality stands still.
But when all is no longer forward, its fabric I cannot broach.
My memory guide this puppet self until life, I have had my fill.
For all the darkness in this world that cannot spin.
And my heart that beats, will never stop for you.
When hope and all their friends without, only dwell within.
I will burn the world and all that steps into my view.
The rest, it sits and lays on lush and barren ground.
Or hard on roads, paths and empty home.
Rot that infiltrates a kind soul, grasping, tight and bound.
And ends with mourning and an evil man, all alone.
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 1:57 AM UTC
I pour myself deep into my chest.
Grasp desperately at my fragile heart.
It beats and pounds hard against my breast.
Seeking to escape and bid my body depart.
Cool soothing thoughts that flow on streaming.
Hundreds of deep breaths I struggle to take.
Devils waters fall here in this owl light dreaming.
And killer instinct ride into sunrise break.
I walked. The mild thought of my partner parts in ash.
Shaking hands that tremor through her wisping dust.
Grasping desperate grains on wood and slash.
Standing in catastrophe on dank and drowning crust
From my home, death stretches far into the beyond.
As if calling for the highest power to come and help.
Taking solace in the silence of its absent responce.
Scuttle the fortress so all its pictures melt.
As summer dies and makes way for winter eternal.
Attacking all that are blinded by blizzard in her heels.
The you who watched while my self burned infernal.
Make mice of men who's love, life conceals.
I plead and pray yet know that without reproach,
That memories will consume me until reality stands still.
But when all is no longer forward, its fabric I cannot broach.
My memory guide this puppet self until life, I have had my fill.
For all the darkness in this world that cannot spin.
And my heart that beats, will never stop for you.
When hope and all their friends without, only dwell within.
I will burn the world and all that steps into my view.
The rest, it sits and lays on lush and barren ground.
Or hard on roads, paths and empty home.
Rot that infiltrates a kind soul, grasping, tight and bound.
And ends with mourning and an evil man, all alone.
This is a poem I wrote and liked. It reminds me of lashing out at everyone, but takes it to the extreme.
