Return

I am the corpse.

Dead with no remorse.

I decay and mold,

In the dark, in the cold,

Naught but dust to own,

And the flesh on my bone.

Men consumed by darkness

Left me in the nothingness,

Left me in the oblivion.

Alone under the sun,

Beneath burning beams

Amongst forgotten dreams

Dark light begins to glow,

My blood begins to flow.

I scream in silence,

The eyes seek guidance,

This life has returned,

Death has adjourned.

But will you yet mourn,

For the one broken and torn?

A spirit the body molests,

The one ravaged by pests.

To resolve what went unsaid,

For you I return from the dead.

Taken By Death

He who wields the scythe

Stalks the shadows of life,

Awaiting the impending massacre.

Raining blood in this future,

The wicked twist of screams

Rips reality at the seams

Until silence grips the throats.

Sent over Styx on private boats,

The condemned warriors of Death

Follow his every breath,

Continue this dismal cycle,

He stalks the shadows with a smile.

The fields freshly painted crimson,

Decorated with bodies and garnished with sin,

Battlefields ensnare the globe,

Everything under the gloom of his robe

Until completely engulfed by shadow.

The world now his to freely go,

A planet of the deceased,

Death enjoys his feast.

Queen of the Night

The monarch on her star-lit throne

Commands the skies with melancholic crone,

Her kingdom the gods had sewn,

The Queen of the Night rules alone.

She rules with eternal might,

The resilient Queen of the Night

Commands both darkness and light,

Granting the fortunate sight.

She possess all – every moon, every star,

All beings, near and far,

But every star creates a bar

To trap the queen deeper in the tar.

For although the queen stands tall -

Lives immortal and cannot fall -

She remains alone in her hall,

In her eyes every being is but a doll.

Every additional subject in her dominion

Reinforces her sad realization:

There is no harmonized creation.

There is no simple solution.

Aught I use a knife?

Sever the bonds of this restrictive life,

Cause chaos and untold strife,

All to be another’s wife?

The Queen elects to deduct any crisis

And sacrifices her private happiness.

The queen returns into the darkness

Alone, to the castle in the abyss.

That Which Feeds On Your Darkness

It lies within your lurking,

Hiding deep in the shadows of the mind,

In the darkness left behind

By dreams left festering,

Silently waiting.

Ominous eyes glow in the dark:

Red with the flame of rage.

This jailed monster in its cage

Yearns to be set free - so hark -

The beast’s bark.

This devil cannot be captured,

One can only hope to restrain.

But this action I would refrain

For if you bait this creature and it is lured,

Vengeance is assured.

It will come upon you with such force

All cranial defenders will be annihilated,

For on the darkness this beast fed,

Discarded from the mind with much remorse,

A retributive course.

So leave this devil in its cave.

Seldom let it stray from the abyss

And enjoy freedom’s bliss.

Allow him in the light for sanity save -

Be brave.

But the nature it has adorned

Should serve to remind of the danger

Of this ominous monster,

Entice and silently keep restrained.

Be warned.

Lost in the Flame

Awake amidst screams of fears,

Screams of pain that compose tears.

Red demons dance on the walls,

Raging in blood down the halls,

Paint melting and the wood burning,

Death approaching.

Rise from comfort into fright,

Find cover and try to fight

Through the demon’s defenses,

Through the infernos and the mazes.

Descend down an engulfed stairwell,

Towards safety, towards hell.

A burning beam,

Blackened and agleam,

Crushes the leg and breaks the bone,

Scream for aid but collapse alone.

The fire approaches to execute.

Voices this beast must mute,

His touch burns the skin,

The scorching man of sin

Calms screams and closes eyes.

The ominous cloak looms for his prize,

Death was the solitary mission.

In the fire, everything was taken,

The spirit, the body and the name,

Everything was lost in the flame.

The Gray

The colors combine and create,

Destroy and dismember,

To live in the gray

Is it moderation or surrender?

The light leads us through,

Serves as the immortal guide Virgil.

The dark breaks the chains,

Frees the wild side of thrill.

But the light leads a narrow corridor,

A thin line that must be followed,

The dark opens doorways to new worlds,

The freedom of decision is highly valued.

But this midnight thrill ride

Can lead to disaster and depression,

Without the light to guide

You wander wearily without a mission.

This mixture of the pure and the corrupt,

A necessary concoction of life,

For what is light without dark?

What is reward without strife?

11:11

Lie in the grass so green

Among the trees both large and green,

Alone beneath the darkened sky,

Count the minutes under the stars so high.

Five minutes until the time,

Cautiously the moon rises like a crime,

Memories of the past fill the mind,

The lost laughter chains now bind.

Four minutes as the smile fades,

The truth hidden behind masquerades,

Imagine what could have been,

Regret - the sin.

Three minutes and you dream,

Dream of what lies downstream,

To sail between Scylla and Charybdis,

And discover personalized bliss.

Two minutes are left now,

To master Dream, bow.

He who commands the future,

The king hidden in the mirror.

One minute to go,

Dragged back with the sound of a crow,

The dark night stings the skin,

Cold and alone, the air grows thin.

The time has finally come,

Heart pounding like a drum,

Fashion the wish and let it fly,

Broodingly away into the night sky.

Eyes sealed, sit in silence,

The doorway closes to the seconds’ cadence,

Into the shadows the wish flew,

Pray it will come true.