ShadowsCool
04-13-2013, 10:44 AM
Alone At The Graves
I have found happiness there
In the cradle of life that doesn't speak;
The dead graves that breathe life,
As if they talk with beauty.
For happiness was fleeting, I grew weary
Acting as if I should be,
Alone rather at the graves
Above, sending my eulogy.
In Fear Of
Everything I had feared I had found.
All my nightmares had come to the fore.
The creeping ones and the sinister ones.
All that had me renouncing dreams.
But there was no renouncing being
Where I found myself,
In the bailiwick cottage that spoke of doom,
In the dark dirges of a spellbound room.
And the dormitory had an ominous smell
Of blood I feared was alive;
And what sense I felt, I was never dealt;
Overwhelmed, bordering on grotesque delight.
For I was delirious just to end it,
That my time had come;
And there was no place to run
In the unfolding bleak of darkness.
A maleficence
Such that I had never seen;
And even so, the fear that held me
Left me gasping for a purge of light.
For I was bitten with fear
And nothing but to comfort me;
As the forlorn spread to certain doom
Of what awaited me
In the pitch of unfettered gloom,
With my hands masked about my face;
Slowly delivering myself to my own demise
Into a strangers destructive mind.
I have found happiness there
In the cradle of life that doesn't speak;
The dead graves that breathe life,
As if they talk with beauty.
For happiness was fleeting, I grew weary
Acting as if I should be,
Alone rather at the graves
Above, sending my eulogy.
In Fear Of
Everything I had feared I had found.
All my nightmares had come to the fore.
The creeping ones and the sinister ones.
All that had me renouncing dreams.
But there was no renouncing being
Where I found myself,
In the bailiwick cottage that spoke of doom,
In the dark dirges of a spellbound room.
And the dormitory had an ominous smell
Of blood I feared was alive;
And what sense I felt, I was never dealt;
Overwhelmed, bordering on grotesque delight.
For I was delirious just to end it,
That my time had come;
And there was no place to run
In the unfolding bleak of darkness.
A maleficence
Such that I had never seen;
And even so, the fear that held me
Left me gasping for a purge of light.
For I was bitten with fear
And nothing but to comfort me;
As the forlorn spread to certain doom
Of what awaited me
In the pitch of unfettered gloom,
With my hands masked about my face;
Slowly delivering myself to my own demise
Into a strangers destructive mind.