Lost in the sea of fires
Hearing people mourns and cry
Can’t find the way to escape
For it is dark inside
Scorching and daunting
I could hear people screaming
While evil spirit’s laughing  
I met kinds of demon
Devils that would summon
They all have creepy smiles
Ominous and dark eyes
They own a sinister face
I want to get out from this place
I don’t know why I ended in this land?
I can’t comprehend what happen
I do not understand
All I remember was
I got hit by the bus
And as I open my eyes
I got lost in the sea of fires

The moment you took your last breath,
and I heard the croak dissipate into the corner of the room
Your body took form of a silhouette
and now you're nameless

You are more than who you were when you had a name
Yet everyone treats your death with shame

Since I've left my body have I since gone on a better way?
In this mess of nothingness, and don't get me wrong,
I assume all fault
is there any good at all that I could save?
What more am I than a hunk of meat
who fills its holes with food and drink
and drugs and barely thinks past any day but today?
I'm nothing.

I yearn your touch the minute it's taken away.
But yet I stray
Emotions imprisoned - I've been torn before

Ripped apart into tiny pieces
The destruction of my paper ligaments
Seemed to be justice
I excreted nothing but hatefulness

You and I paint the perfect portrait
The embodiment of colliding souls
Yet I'm suffocating with this corset
I pull the strings tight till I'm cold -
Breathless. Filled with morbid
Thoughts

You brought me to life
My soul soars
To new heights containing no strife
Craving nothing but more
More of you till the afterlife
Does us part.

My past comes to haunt me
A constant reminder
Of the previous killing spree  
It tries to slaughter
My heart and the love we
Share - you and I - I and you.

I seek to show you
The passion encaged within me
But it's lost in the maze I fell into.
Each time I let go of the cowardice
My heart turns blue  
Sinking deeper - powerless.

Who's to say it won't be slain again - but this time
No potion to spare my grime.

There's no hurry
For one to worry
About the end
Of days.
Is there Spirit?
Will we meet?
Will you have wings
To lift your feet
To prance and dance
On sheep-shaped clouds,
Or put a halo round my head,
Lift *******
To raise the dead,
To incarnate,
Transmigrate,
Regenerate.
I'd be okay
To disintegrate,
Adding mass
To a world
Growing in depravity,
And losing its gravity.

imagined moment vivid
split second prior scythe’s felling contact—
panic, fear gripped soul, constriction
shadowing hand clutched chest
the final occurrence
my last breath

a life’s span of years
the reaper’s patient approach
confident encroach, task assigned
above reproach, his grim stagecoach
my taxi toward mystery forward

the grind of wood spoke wheels amidst
drop of steady hoof against
an astral road cobble stone
the anthem of death performed
by angel orchestra the
conductor my heart ceasing beat

what memory does surface
allowing in moment to bask as
my life to fade?

sons, opportunity misspent
a wife, her caring consideration unmet
parents, who lack receipt of admiration
the instance impossible to own preparation

to say that which ought be said
a careful avoidance of things that not
rather plead for one last word
a beggar to show heart’s comprise
adoration without question at
time of demise

love, more than a hug
but time spent
love for them—taught shown felt
love and its spread
upon which would serve
death’s beautiful bed

to take the hand of His angel
rather the reaper to dread
a confident smile knowing
in arms their embrace
will be felt once again

The vulture's wicked eyes awaits for his flesh
He is ready
Withered
All rotten but still breathing
Almost numb
Lying in this bed of ice
Searing his heart like fire
The darkness veiled
his room of fragrant memories of her
Now bound to oblivion
He reached out his hands
trying to catch the dust of his past
But he can only manage a twitch in his fingers
All he can do is savor
This perfume of her that still lingers
Like a waterfall
His tears fell for his dear flower
Then a sharp pain in his chest and a whisper
Inaudible but he felt it was real
His eyes wander
He catches his last breath
His lids close in reconciliation
Whilst he heard wings that flutter
The pain cuts to black
The heavens accepted his submission
Then
He's back
Like a dip in the water
A renewed soul
He never felt better
Pitch black as the skies
Unfamiliar but he felt home
A silhouette shines from afar
like the radiance of the day
A sight almost blinding
but he can't refuse the invitation
The garden bloomed like the spring
with all the archangels' salutations
And when this silken hands held him
they emitted all the colors
Now he remembers her saying
"I'll be seeing you my love."
In his death bed
All the while
She was waiting



-Death Bed, Margaret Austin Go

sick to my stomach, I wonder the point
not fame or success, neither wealth nor repute
mine—that which I seek
is why

a build to ******
then simply abrupt end
destined to wither and fade—
to die
all this
just for that

man once boy, felt fear
keeping youth at bay
"You're too young to worry, my dear."
mother would say
though from pit, I knew my day drew near

growing in stature, the dark still so bold
if I am so young, why
do I feel so,
so old?
so focused my despair
I emulate that which I dread—
the dead

to sit and ponder
moments slipping
life's force dripping
mood always sombre
by fear my life I waste
fretting ever, twilight oppression
relinquishing life's foretaste

a mustard seed grown to mountain
nocturne's anguish fountain
so dark
a threat to own soul
if love be an answer
its inevitable loss
an even worse decanter

I seek to sooth the sting of death
have I found You?
are You listening?