There is longing behind your eyes
A choir of whys spoken, yet the silence isn't broken
My saviour syndrome sits on white horse
A knight or nightmare?
I blame myself in the garden of blank stares
I stand alone, does anybody care?
Alone in the crowd
My only shroud or veil
Is the madness on which I sail
The forlorn hope
A ship without sails
It's mast clenched by the winds fingernails
Every moment either contradicts
Or affirms
I am having one of my turns
Reason the truth burns.

I used to write dark poetry.
Poetry about sadness. Conflicting Powers, and Dark Moonrises.
The word dripped from my pen, the ink as black and bleak as the thoughts that gripped my conscious mind.
My unconscious mind was worse. Filled with midnight horrors and darkness, I worried it might consume me.
And it did, for a time.
It was bad. I was bad.
Now, though, I have you. You saved me. I could see the bottom, I was riding the endless spiral into the ground and before my head split, you saved me.
Now I write happy poetry. I write for the beautiful things.
I write of the most beautiful thing.
I write for you. Everything that I do, I do it all for you
I owe you my life. I can never repay you. And so, I write.

Remember when you said you loved me?
I do recall this when the night returns,
how could you bear to lie so carelessly?
But a simple kiss was all I yearned.
This eternal night in which I now reside,
silences all hope for your redemption.
I could not imagine for you to lie,
this is but a false realization.
Something begins to grow inside my heart,
the spark of life and love slowly dying.
I thought you were a lovely piece of art,
but now I realize you were lying.
I wish and I pray but you only left,
one final kiss from my Angel of Death.

I'm running out of lullaby's darling
I can't silence these screams anymore.
I can't stop these terrors.
These everlasting horrors.
Screeching, scratching, clawing at your door
Desperate to drag you into hell forever more

Your blankets aren't barbed darling.
Don't use them for safety
Peek over those caring covers...
Accept your dance with death
For tonight you both become lovers

Tip toe through the reaper's mist darling
Walk through the splintered trail of those before you
Leave your story on blood stained wooden floors
The black veiled saviour with a scythe
Who saved you from your horrid life.

My love I can bear any pain with pleasure
For me you are like a real divine treasure
My love you are the sweetest gift of nature
You my sweetheart is my real life saviour

I love you at the peril of my life I do admit
In front of beauty of the world I just submit
I want to kiss and caress please just permit
I am really impressed by your intellect,wit

Let my love praise you and your beauty
Your beauty is like a lock my love is a key
What your beauty can present I want to see
Please respect my servitude to make me free

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

You saved me , you made
          A smile on my face

And then
                You left,
Leaving me broken.

Then,  I got
                 Sad.
And now there is blood on my wrists.

I believe in GOD
And I praise Him!
His greatness can not be understood.
No matter where life takes me my hope lies in Him alone.
I'm hopeless without His grace and mercies.
I thank Him daily because He's worthy of all the praise.
There's no one like Jesus Christ.

Jesus Christ;
              Faith and peace,
        Selflessness and purity,
      Understanding and gentle.
Beautiful in soul non judgemental,
         All wrapped up in love.
            In a nutshell
                He Looks like
                    Love.