What should I write with words tonight?
Should I write that demons dance in flight?
Maybe the stars are no longer in the sky
But, that would only tell a lie

Don't be silly the stars never left the heavens
Although I'm sure I saw a dragon with heads of seven
Those around can't see the end has come
Yet Satan has put my heart under her thumb.

Remember the days that my life was love
Now the winds have made me void of
So passionate was her smile
Now, nothing could be more vile

Through such a tiny void he came
Before long I was the one to blame
Upon the sultry eyes I never laid
All the cards had done been played

Search hard for the fiery grave
Each day is such a close shave
A gentle knock on the doors of death
Screaming impatiently for the final breathe


They all doubt that death will show it's head
I can assure that I will soon be dead
Tomorrow's light is not my friend
Nothing more glorious than the end

Oh the miles she rode upon her back
As my nights went to a deeper black
A few short days from now
And the last rows I shall plow

From the earth will come no seed
The heavens did make the heart bleed
At the days end there will be no harvest
Words spoke louder and louder that I do not jest

As the page turns
And the hearts burn
Layer the clouds ever so thick
Never more have I been so sick

Make the bed upon the hill
And lay the love upon the seal
To the fool it may seem to bend
Yet only one prayer needs to send

The arms will pull close tonight
Finally an end to the horrific fright
Give it all the final seed
For, in pain her heart will bleed.

Time lingers on like an unseen ghost
that keeps raising my hackles
to keep me on my toes

I rub my arms for warmth on 100 degree days
I forget my coat in snowstorms
I have no sense of direction
Yet I know something has changed

Time has broken the unspoken
Do you miss me....

To what extent does love exist.  To the ground they do promise, but nay screams the dagger. Piercing the soul and mixing the tears with the ground that covers the last bit of hope. Bitter agony swallows not the love, but merely covers it with a fiery blanket of hell. He stopped loving her today. Not for the lack of love but for the breath that ceased to breathe across the neck. Lonely thoughts smothered the soul. Spit upond the ground and move the earth back to where it came. Agony no more, cold replaces warmth. All but the worms are silent and the golden heart is now still.

Oh hands on the clock why do you go so slow. Every second of pain rips away the chance of another mornings light. Smiles on the face of wicked, yet the righteous pay with more than they have. Why!!! Shatters the nights sleep with an aching moan. Nagging thorns piercing the moment. Why!!! Sheets wrapped tightly around the feet.  The red of love, now goes brown. It's gentle pettles leave an enormous drain. Upon the floor love slowly dies. The ravens call refuses to stop bringing another nights tears. Tears on the pillow, tears on the floor, tears in the dirt, bringing an end. For fall the  empty soul screams, nightly pleas go unheard, yet the smiles on their faces persist. Godly love smothered by evil green. Broken promises, forgotten moments puts the end in site. Let it go they say. Okay! Lay it down they say! Okay! At the feet of eternity I shall lay it from whence it came. Mornings light draws closer the end  and finally blocks the ravens attack. Lay it down, I shall. Let it go, I shall. A final good bye away goes the pain.

The sounds of the worms marching, the thud of foul earth shrouds with a reminder. Where is the angels song? Have the ears grown so deaf? Gentle tickle of the heart strings felt no more. Passion dies in the womb of love. Darkness falls before the warmth of the mornings light. Where is the angels song? Search not the empty soul for the dust of the earth has swallowed the dreams. Emptiness consumes passion. And Passion explodes with the next moments passing. Time halts not, and yet it moves for no one. The sun holds its place and the shadow move not in the heart of pain. For, tomorrow is today and forevermore is only a start, for the grief dieth not.

As the day slips unto forgotten, the darkness overtakes the peace. Serenity slowly becomes agony, and love fades with the light. The angels among us return to their homes and the ravens sharpen their claws. Tightly wrapped sheets tangle and confuse the soul. Reluctantly the eyes grow weary, and the battlefield emerges. Each night she returns to tease and taunt. Reminding the heart that the arms hug a vapor. Prancing to and fro, pacing across the heart with thunderous steps, she reminds of us the absence of presence. Without care or remorse the demons pull and pluck the fading memories, leaving an empty soul. That's my wife! Silent screams beg the night, and yearn for mornings light.

Be not deceived for love is little more than the devils parody signing a sirens song. Into the dark the soul freely roams. Wayward winds tugging at the delicate strings of the hearts joy. Words and promises come so easy but fail to mean little more than a turned page. Forgotten promises written amongst wasted wood. Falling to the wayside with a tiny breeze love quickly dies. Words and words, lies and lies. The heart knows no difference, only the pain smothered with a trail of tears. Singing a song and whispering dreams in the lonely ears. Deception devours a life of knowledge all in the name of love. Pain soon overtakes as minutes becomes days and days become years but the hand the hand moves not. Tick tock, tick tock.