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Marty Mar 2018
Why dost my name cross thy tongue?  A demonic utterance, mocking the shadows on the wall. Flickering light shining through the gaps, piercing the evenings light. Screaming whispers meant for none to hear. Deafening silence mocking the empty soul. Why dost my name cross thy tongue? Dreams and visions parade with  enchanting words, giving loves final dance. Only if there could be one more chance. Ultimate shame with no one to blame. Screaming! Screaming! No one to hear. Pawing and clawing into a deeper pool. Drowning! wrapped tightly, bound in the unforgiving cloth. Squeezing each beat of the heart farther and farther apart. Mock and mock they may, as they pray for another day. Listen not, for they cannot make the choice to stay. Screams and screams to the heavens have went, but where were they. Miss me not for this is the final farewell. Why dost my name cross thy tongue?
182 · Mar 2018
Away
Marty Mar 2018
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.
182 · Feb 2018
Silenced rocks
Marty Feb 2018
Silence falls upon the screaming voices as the lights grow weary. Tiny beads of sweat paralyzing, vitriolic taunts of the demons dance begin. Puddles form upon the heart, the masquerade covered in the nights blood. Prayers for darkness extend to the fathers tongue. The curse of the mornings light, begs for deaths door. The river follows the burned channel, as agony stains the cheeks. Loves mark, tattoos the memories, and haunts the web. Grasping for something greater than air, loves grip tortures the soul. The light  promenades the corpse to the blinded eyes, as mockery hides the night. Bastille's hold falters not, death awaits before dawn's prize. Happiness squandered with premises of a future. Silence, silence, silence, rocks tumble no more. Padded hope brings a moment's relief.
168 · Jan 2021
Mama's Prayers
Marty Jan 2021
Sweet little tiny droplet,
Hypnotic hue of scarlet.
Mama's blessings and tears
Brought forth mama's fears.

Enchanting passionate journey,
Haunted by the ground wormy.
Lingering nightly prayers,
Waisted on scuffed knees despair.

Endless rivers, midnight search,
Upon pillows, droplets perch.
Hunting for a ray of light,
Somewhere in the midst of night.

Frozen words marred by soft lips.
Screaming quitely in tiny drips.
Mama's prayer hidden in silence,
As the river forgets its guidance.
162 · Jan 2021
Sweet Sweet Lies
Marty Jan 2021
What fools Lie is this?
Perched upon the devils kiss
Passionately hidden so deep
Upon the wicked lips did creep

Mockery of the gilded heart
As the limbs are ripped apart
Breathe by breathe in time
Death shall become the crime

Oh, sultry passion filled lips
From the blackened winds did sip
As life left the tattered sleeve
The lies only proved to deceive

Let the wind scatter it to and fro
For loves sails have been stowed
No story to be told
Never again shall he be bold
161 · Jan 2021
Baby's Screams
Marty Jan 2021
Baby's screams and silent tears.
Rooms filled with empty fears.
Deathly silence flooding the night.
Blackness of night obscuring sight.

The golden curse killing dreams.
As the world splits at the seams.
Falling deep into nothingness.
Little left, but the devils witness.

Baby's screams left unheard.
As the passion of love is deterred.
Baby's screams
And the glow of the beam.

Find your flowing bed.
Sturdied by the mysterious dead.
Child Stay your course.
And ride the winged horse
159 · Mar 2018
The Devils Parody
Marty Mar 2018
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.
159 · Jan 2021
Mamas Tears
Marty Jan 2021
Oh, sweet sweet child,
Rest your weary heart tonight.
For, the demons have compiled,
Little is left but the angels flight.

Upon mothers ***** sleep,
And lay your sweet little head.
In her arms cry not another peep,
For the sheep have crossed the bed.

Soaking the earth, tears have fell,
Woven into tomorrows pain,
Driven by a neverending well,
Hidden by yesterdays stain.

Sleepless nights, smothered dreams,
Pictures in the hall upon the wall.
Ripped apart by loves seams,
As the nightmares begin to crawl.

Mamas tears in a bed of fears.
Soaked sheets and worn floors.
Mamas tears in a book of years.
Drained from the closed doors
152 · Jan 2021
Did You Not Hear?
Marty Jan 2021
My screams did you not hear?
They were meant for your ear!
Night after night I called your name.
Your heart thought it a game.

The pursed demons lips,
Wantonly followed scripts.
With each thunderous click.
The clock, my life it wicked.

My screams did you not hear?
Hands raised to heaven with a tear.
On my knees, I screamed your name.
But, you slept without shame.

On my walls they knocked.
I know my doors, I locked?
In my halls they creeped.
Around each corner i peeped.

My screams did you not hear?
Why must I yell so, in fear?
Did you not hear my closed lips.
Now they come from the crypts.

The whimpers in my sleep!
But never another peep.
Did you not hear my cries?
Forever now closed my eyes.

My screams did you not hear?
152 · Mar 2018
Tick Tock
Marty Mar 2018
The hands on the clock
Tick tock tick tock
Oh the night the night
Just won't leave without fright

They said the pain
Would erase the pain
So thick is the blood
Faster comes the flood

Still the thoughts the thoughts
Raging questions and afterthoughts
Darker and darker the path
In loves treacherous aftermath

Oh the pain the pain the pain
Left after loves glorious stain
Crimson sheets waiting for love
Answers coming from above

They said it would surely ease
I'm begging and begging please
Deeper and deeper the answer gets
Will they finally listen to my threats

Oh my precious counselor dig
As I take another brave swig
Dig deeper as I make my berth
With my lonely soul upon the earth

Fear not the channels you touch
Angels say it won't hurt too much
Free the rivers and dams
As the thunder slams

Let loves, love free the love
Open wide and shed most of
**** the wind from the sails
In the cross drive the nails

In heaven I will sleep soon
Hopefully before midays noon
Maybe one more path of love
And I will be looking from above
151 · Feb 2018
Love
Marty Feb 2018
What is this thing love?
Carried by the bloodied dove
Such a daunting task
Hidden behind satans mask

The world bends at its knees
Screaming with gregarious pleas
Seemingly unforgettable stains
Left by loves horrible pains

Neverending sleepless nights
Scaring the soul with terrifying sights
Searching for the darkest cave
Burried well beneath the deepest grave

What is this thing love?
As they dorn the black glove
Final prayers are said
Just above the silk bed
145 · Feb 2018
Rivers Bend
Marty Feb 2018
In the middle of the night,
far from human sight.
Lying in the demons bed,
visions of her piercing the head.

Taking deep breaths in the heart,
no longer feeling like an important part. Death is now the only thought,
oh the raging deamons the soul has fought.

Words of prayer beg for the body to stay, but the heart keeps screaming no way!
To the earth is the only place,
The visions seem to pick up the pace.

Endless food placed on the table,
Horses put back in the stable.
All but the tears are gone,
And the lonely silent bone.

Promises and threats went out,
But they all thought he was so stout.
Down by the lonely river bend,
Is where he brought the final end.
139 · Mar 2018
She returns
Marty Mar 2018
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.
137 · Jan 2021
VISITOR
Marty Jan 2021
Is that you by my bed?
Or is just demons in my head?
Is it darkness that blinds?
Or is it my legs intertwined?

The shadow crossed my feet.
Another world about to meet.
The cover ripped from my soul,
As darkness brings another hole.

Wrinkled sheets curse the night,
As demons enter my sight.
Not with the eye can I see,
But deep within my head they be.

Why can't they depart,
Leaving alone my heart.
The sun soon shall rise
The pillow pressed on my thighs.

I never asked you to come,
If only you would leave a crumb.
My heart to the demons I gave
As now it becomes a slave.
131 · Dec 2020
What would it be?
Marty Dec 2020
What would it be?
If the rivers failed to flow to the sea.
What would it be?
If my reflecrion dared to look back at me.

What would it be?
To gaze through the glass door.
What would it be?
To see the blood upon the floor.

Oh but the words.
The wicked wicked screaming words
Oh but the words.
Departing on the back of wingless birds.

Oh but the words.
Marring the walls of the blackened soul.
Oh but the words.
Pressing the light from the darkened hole.

Devour the day.
For my feet shall not come play.
Sweetly devour the day.
For after morrow night shall come to stay
128 · Mar 2018
Passion
Marty Mar 2018
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.
117 · Mar 2018
Pools of red
Marty Mar 2018
Oh gentle friend, thy pool of tears collected now turns red. Accumulating a joyous stain upon thy bed. A smile upon thy shame, as darkness prevails. Bringing an end to the endless tales. Gamblers hand, final deal. Bluff was called its time to steal. Away with mockery and shame, no one else to blame.
Sleep my child, close thine eyes. Glory awaits for those that do not hesitate. The words of the fathers curse the path, nothing left in the aftermath. In these shoes they have walked not. Not a foot, not a mile forget trying to bring a smile. Upon thy knees have went many pleas. Oh gentle friend hold thy head and take thy breathe, for upon thy ***** comes a final death. Words come so easy for the sheep but the fangs of the wolf pierce thy flesh. For they know it all, yet their ears have grown blind. Open thine eyes and see the fall. Say not your words for it is was given upon the plate. Served for all to see, the stain is real. Remove thy stain, still it persist. Wash thy hands and scrape thy skin. For in thine heart the stain will stay. Nothing will take it away. If only the ears could see. Oh gentle friend share the tells of agony at the bottom of the well. Only you can tell the story, and share the guilt. Let them know of the nights he was dealt. Tell the story my friend. For in their mind you will always be.
114 · Feb 2018
My Name
Marty Feb 2018
Why did you call my name?
Did you not feel any shame?
You captured my heart
And wantonly tore me apart

You gave me all I want
Now you are an evil haunt
The *** was so Devine
You kept me in perfect line

Your name rang so sweet
Now it is my bitter defeat
I scream for you at night
Only demons come to sight

For my death tonight I pray
There is no reason to stay
A lonely dream that is best
To see the blood upon my chest

As my eyes I close
This is the path I chose
Memories I can't stand
Listen to the angels band

It is the flesh that I hate
In you arms I no more mate
Call not my name you *****
For the blood has begin to pour

They try so hard to save
But the minutes I shave
As the day draws nigh
Gather with a final sigh

In darkness cover my pain
For my life was not in vain
Torturous love only grows
When you realize that life froze

It is with closed eyes I smile
As my feet finish the last mile
Today I love her never again
For her heart I no longer contend

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