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aviisevil Sep 2014
-It was cold and grey
clouds covered the sky
Two men waiting for the bus
As the spring kissed goodbye


One was young
Bright , Mathew his name
Other was old
Tired ,they called him bane
On the other side
From the pavement across
Kids were playing
In dirt and moss
Mathew turned
And whispered to bane
Ah , childhood
Wish I could live it again
But bane just smiled
And not a word he uttered
Mathew was silent
Under his breath he muttered
How rude!
But at that moment
A pretty lady did cross
And Mathew stared
Coudnt keep his eyes off
Mathew turned
And whispered to bane
Ah, manhood
Don't you wish to be young again
But bane just smiled
And not a word he uttered
Mathew was silent
Under his breath he muttered
I was rude !
But at that moment
A beggar came in the plot
He asked for money
But Mathew had not
Mathew turned
And whispered to bane
Ah,charity
Mind some change ?
But bane just smiled
Not a word he uttered
Mathew was silent
Under his breath he muttered
He's cold !
But at that moment
A bus came to stop
And the old got up
used his cane to guide and walk
And Mathew just smiled
And not a word he uttered
Mathew was silent
and under his breath he muttered
I was blind !
It speaks for itself.
aviisevil Sep 2014
Her red eyes whispered,
And the tears began to fall
Her face slowly dispersed,
And she leaned against the wall.
The dark slowly cleared,
There I saw her crawl
In the midst of her fear,
Now I could see her all.
She lingered on the wooden floor,
As the shrieks filled the air
She wasn't herself anymore,
The old face but disappeared.
Instead eyes darker than the dark,
Pounced at me from the clear
At her chest was a burning scar,
With all the fire her heart bears.
Her fingers clenched in a fist,
Broken glass lying everywhere
Her eye's doused in mist,
She was in her nightmare.
Pitying for her sorry state,
Waiting for her to calm
I wondered if it was too late,
But I wanted her in my arms
Her beautiful face still haunted,
And I longed for an embrace
I guess I was still by her side,
But I knew soon I would fade.
I felt from across the room,
Something poking at my eye
It was so painful to feel
I wished I could rather die.
We weren't meant to be,
But I still lived in a lie
And now when it's over,
It's so hard to say good-bye.
Then i felt her arms in mine
As she slowly came back to bed
Maybe we can leave this behind
As we both slowly laid to rest.
And there across the table
Covered in layers of red
There by them white flowers
Sat my lonely head.
Notes (optional)
aviisevil Sep 2014
He sat with a morbid expression,
Staring past the winter hour
With a blank reflection in his eyes,
thunderstorm raging in his heart.

A faceless crowd pelts them stones,
Mere words decay this noble soul
Vengeance buried in a deep pit,
Beneath an isolation he wore.

Thoughts escalating back and forth,
What was the effect for this cause ?

Only an object for their amusement,
Time and again he felt so lost.

Meld into his young broken-heart,
Were the scars that made him old
And a Nightmare brewing fire,
He'd burn them for all they stole.


Led by the years of his degradation,
He now thirsts for bone and flesh.

The little sickly one they all knew,
Is now made into a monster instead.
Notes (optional)
aviisevil Jul 2014
The world will end in morrow,
And the mirror will cease to exist
Our reflections are not our own
But of a voice engulfed in mist
Direction-less we walk in disguise
From one being to another
These stains of yesterday linger on,
And then fade away and wither
Into the hollow of our thoughts
And be made in shards to cut deep
To the empty space of our Mind
And all the dirt we try to keep
There is no somebody else,
And there will be no different world
This land is yours to keep
To wear wilderness of love and hurt
One might find end in demise,
But there's no end when you're alive
You can close every door with walls
But you'll still be opened up wide
To see everything that is blind
And feel all that is hollow
For you'll be loved in pieces
And that riddle will always follow
To count your stars in heaven
And make your place in hell
'tis where your solitude lies
And 'tis where your wings fell
As an ocean betrays your pain
And waves crash in your conscience
To find yourself in fraction
As you struggle between god and science
Back and forth as you suffer
As you make an oasis by your tears
To drown away and be forgotten
And disappear before one can hear
The noise of life.
Notes (optional)
aviisevil Jul 2014
He walks upon silver moon-light,
Dancing upon an ocean of stars
Seeking truth in age of darkness,
Wishing upon every morbid scar
To see through burning curtains,
As they fall back into the flames
Blind to what is beyond the stage,
All he can do is see his only pain

That hears the song of night,
Of the dark and dreams untold
Bled of all that there is to hold,
Love is gone and tears are cold


He melts away into the unknown,
To be made in a whispering bird
Circling along the edge of the sky,
Trying to forget their every word
That cuts right through his skin,
Deep into his ever burning Soul
As he dives into the empty sky,
That'll slowly swallow him whole

Drowning in the song of night,
Into an abyss of suffering and pain
There won't be no more dreams
As the dreamer lies buried again


He is feeling the wrath of sorrow,
That falls on him like winter's rain
Searching for a man in the mirror,
But all that reflects is just a name
To be seen across all the universe,
camouflaged in the empty space
To tread where ever the heart is,
And to always find self in a maze

Slowly filling with the song of night,
Empty puddles are full to the brim
They will combust all that is must,
If they take anymore of tears within


He floats in an ocean of dread,
Consumed in his own pagan guilt
To feel the rust in his loneliness,
With walls of solitude he built  
And to be made a cage of lies,
That lay trap to the hidden wait
Bearing the stains of disguise,
There is no otherside of this gate

Wanting the song of night,
To grant him his key to freedom
And be the king of his own self,
Be the master of a lost kingdom


He wants the dark of the night,
To remind him what he once knew
And find him a trail to otherside,
So he can finally pay his devils due
And to be not forgotten by time,
As he moves back to the unknown
To burn and fade after every step,
And break fire with sparks borne

Made in the song of night,
A tale of dark to be left to brew
Deep in the pit of boiling lies
Finding one lie that will be true


He rots away in a depraved corner,
To be found again in heavens lair
And neglect questions as they come,
To find those answers every-where
In midst of an approaching storm,
That brings fear to guide his prey
To have wings but no direction
And every wave takes 'em away  

finding the song of night,
In the hollow of empty reason
To be swept away in illusion
And find self in a different season


He knows the embrace of winds,
Slowly caressing his lonely walls
crawl back to surface from within,
Back from the dead to take a fall
And seep through the cracks in time,
To a place that's in abandoned hope
To be gone forever when awake,
Fall back dead and find no road

Walking in the song of night,
In rhythm with words spoken
To be held against a morbid tear,
And be flooded by an ocean


He rests upon a bed of thorns,
To find comfort in his only hurt
painted in blood-stained flavour,
A withered rose to kiss every word
that die in the chaos of thoughts,
Running dry with every breath
That lay claim upon his nightmares,
To echo silence of a moments death

Melting in the song of night,
Hanging on a crooked wire
That swings by the frozen time,
Cast into a face of ice and fire


He wounds himself of love,
For the love of everything black
Memories that were left to haunt,
A door that won't lead him back
But to an ocean of nothingness,
Where he'll be one with his pain
To be made whole in emptiness,
And find self at a crossroad again

To see the song of night,
Gliding through the night sky
Woven in silvery threads,
A touch that'll miss the eye


He dissolves in the poisonous fumes,
Of the haze that blinds the sun-light
Falling back in fragments of his own,
Searching for another puzzle to hide
And find comfort in a broken mirror,
A thousand faces made to scream
What of a dreamer without a night,
A lonely place to be alive and dream

Singing the song of night,
Till the dawn of the morn' hour
To the world of lost dreams,
Of the stars and a broken heart

To Sing the song of night,
On every step that leads him afar
From the ruins of his home,
Sunrise falling back to his heart
Multiple themes running through out this write, dealing with loss, heart-break, light vs dark, depression, failure and success, and rest is left on the readers interpretation of the poem.

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