My eyes are heavy, So full like the stained Graveyard on my lips Filled with death. It is too much. I do not know how much more I can take, I have been holding on too long. It is 3 am and I am nauseated Not feeling, Still plagued With the madness lingering beneath. What is going on in my mind, Where is the peace, What has happened to my soul, Now lost in anguish? Find me, Please find me. I am sinking lower each day, So someone please help. I am tired Oh so tired. It hurts

Spent an eternity wondering If that was me Blindly locked in, True form, mirror trapped, reflected. What has been seen Remains a mystery still, Like the source of life, All that is, all that we are. If death truly was the healer, And life, the most gruesome lessons, Where does that leave Our presence on this fickle earth? Why is there no peace For the innocent, Hope for the lost, Love for the weary. Each streak of blood Through these persons Has been a thousand lifetimes O

You are with the earth, The night, and sky listening for vices, Chasing Everglades. If the morning comes And we still remain, Call the hallows chariots, Hellhounds, guardian deities. Refrain from being the prisoner, Absconding with moral decadence. Primordial being, Malevolence encased; cursed. Wait, wait, There’s still something in the air; Sinister, cold, Alluded to repeatedly. If there is paranoia, Then withhold this memory. Still, silent, profound, Do not deject into

Staring out the glass locked payne, Lost in the droplets of rain That nourish the earth, Our final resting place. The wind howls, And the trees sway to their will while The sun still hides its face. Here, now, the gloomy clouds are triumphant still. Who tells the sun when to rise, Who commands the elements in obedience, The powers ever starry with their gaze, The balance imbued in nature. I watch, subconsciously Mesmerized by the streaks Of dirt snuffed out By heavens tears

Tear it down, and build it anew, With breath of bane, And zeal of dust, Gather! With bow, and flame, Avenge you must, Heap, and Scatter! With thine heart as pure, And hue as one, Aim true Else all is done. Should thy strike Be quick, And fate renewed, Attune, lest the mind plays trick For whence one came In shroud, and might, A holier war Fought far out of sight. In grief, and neglect, A parents failed past Buried in time Traveller, stuck at half mast. Dreaded tears, W