enclosed secrecy
sleep does awaken beauty
new existence birthed

Its the end
The end of what,
The road is over,
We travelled long past.

It was good why it lasted
Now that was,
Is now with out.

Will we carry on
Not like before,
We were
greedy,
Consumed,
We were
Wanting,
Needing,
Never Satisfied,
We
All wanted more.

The ride is over
Its time to get off,
The end is here
Make of it what you will.

Will we now be one people
Work as one,
Will rise higher
Or
Turn to savages,
Show are true colours,
Sink to the bottom
And show the worst in us.

The road was long
But the time is to get off,
Is it the end,
Or the beginning of us.

We
       Are
All
           But
    *Energy
            In
    A
                    Nicely
Wrapped
                     **Package

No sleep will I have, how I am haunted
Waiting for the answer of life
I hunger, but never will I drink
Never will I be a slave
I would end it
Before I became eternity's slave
The beating I miss the sound
But I will only here others
Never again mine, I wish to live
But I am now an abomination of Death
I linger in
Death,
Life,
Hunger,
Lust,
I live in the shadows,
I will never feel the beauty of life.
I wish for an answer
I must end it,
Take those that thirst
End their existence,
They are an abomination of life
I will die before becoming eternity's slave.

Evaporating
hydrated molecules fall
loops of tears repeat

They were but play things
A saviour pulling strings
A bet among two gents,
One
Tie
Red
Intently with a smile
One
Bowtie
White
Whispering under a breath
Entice
One
Entice
Both
The crow
The snake
Both known what is
At stake
On shoulders perched
Tails of
Peace,
Happiness,
Eternal,
Life in the garden
Where both were creations of life,
But the
Snake
Slippery than the rest
Hypnotic tongue
Talks of pleasures
Not yet seen
Of things yet to pass,
For eve was
Hypnotized
By false words
And she reached for the tree
What the snake had
Whispered
She had taken the bait
Her arms reached up high
For what is the weakness of
Woman,
That could not corrupt
Man,
Shoes as red as blood
Fit for an
Angel
Now corrupted by sin
For the shoes fit perfectly
And then one
Saviour
Grinded
And his tie ignited in flame
He laughed
The garden of heaven
And the bow tie turned
Grey
He did shed tears
That were to be the
Oceans to give life
To the new place of free will,
They longed for home,
The garden never
Hot
Never,
Cold
But sin won that day,
And the red shoes still entices
The ladies of sin today..

It was pulling me in
My escape was not a choice,
As I came to close to this
"Black hole"
Its gravitational pull
Unstoppable,
Unmovable,
Attraction,
Was pulling me further in
I was on the event horizon
Skimming the beats that
Were pulling me ever further
Nothing could escape
Feelings,
Emotions,
Love,
Were being pulled to the centre
It was something that I did not
"Expect"
It was consuming my
"Heart"
I couldn't escape that which pulled
At every heart string
I was lost the moment I had
Entered this event horizon of love
It took me in whole
Mind,
Heart,
&
Soul,
Now I am consumed in this
Red Heart of love, I was lost
But know found consumed by *love.

Heaven took you
Wings,
Halo,
Clouds,
You sit upon them
Softly looking over the
Silver lining
Staring down upon the ground
You see those left behind,
Family,
Friends,
Loved,
By each, missing you
Now that you have gone,
Still you sense the
Love,
Sorrow,
Loss,
Of your passing,
You were taken to early,
But you blow
Angel kisses below
Love,
Happiness,
Feelings,
That in a better place
You are in peace,
No pain, or harm,
The wind touches each face
And a feeling of love,
From you relaxes
Puts them at ease,
Still missing you now your gone,
But know
Your in a better place,
You look down smile
And in to the heavens do you soar.

Hands have touched you
But not clutched what it is to
Perceive you. Every touch flakes
Away as if never there, an
Echo of what was a memory.
Felt but no matter how many
Touches you feel. They burn
Away to ash, as if never really
A touch was felt anyway.

I have many voices
Many accents,
Do spill from my words.

I am bilingual,
Understood in other languages
My words are heard,
Not by voice
But by the  mind
When each word is read
It is the same word.

I am that which everyone knows,
I am a word in many forms,
I am read all over the world.

You may not know me now,
But I will be with you soon
In a tongue,
In a word,
Understood by all.

I use the pen to dig in to the paper
To exhume the words
For my
Darkest writes
They are decayed upon the white
Black corrodes the pure
Pungent
Faded
Not as they were before,
They stink of death upon the paper,
As black infests
The write is dark, it feels cold
The ink drips,
                       ,
                      ,
                    ,
     ­              ,
On white like,,,,,,,,,,,blood
These words only fitting
on my darkest writes
I exhumed the words for my latest terror
The corpses of words,
Shrivelled dry upon the paper.

Love is explosive
I get shrapnel from a kiss
Embedded in my Heart
Felling's
Pain
Love
Will this explosion
Consume me in in
Love,
Or
Breathe
Hate,
So close they could be
One
The shockwave engulfs
Each breath,
Every beat has
Shrapnel in it
Will it pass though
Exhaled in breath
Or will those
Jagged
Sharp
Pieces
Shred this heart in pain
Or will it consume it in *love..

I paper cut my
"Veins,"
I draw scars upon my
"Arms,"
I chew a pen till I spit
"Ink,"
I use an
"Eraser,"
To try and edit my pain,
I want to
Express
The feeling which I feel,
But I have the means
Just not the
Courage,
Will,
Spirit,
To ever write it down..