Death
Abandonned to sweet bloom
Caressing the cruel wind
Against crooked rocks
At Prometheus’ lookout
Come at thine leisure
ArcAngel Serenity
Category: madness
Softly (day 2534)
I collapse on the floor
Unable to catch my breath
The sun down
I, under covers
Of unknown lover
Oxygen lost
Feebly, twitching my finger
Outstretched
Saliva dripping
And my eyes
Close softly for a while.
Soiled (day 2532)
Hallowed in a corner
Sun beat down again
Bitten to my pulp’s end
Raw inside my soul
Bleeding through a soiled rag
Digging deeper sinks the needle
But my pump fills
A sunken cistern
Cutting through the nights full moon
Adieu (day 2531)
Call me crazy if I ever did notice
And what a shame to have said
Though entirely independent it
Not missing too many ingredients
Once again it’s turned around
So I bid you adieu again
Forget Me For Another Day (day 2525)
Forget me for another day
You’ve done it all the same
Winds keep passing through my soul
Cold here for another day
Feels like it’s falling through
A dog keeps barking on
What window do you stand looking through
Sunday means nothing to me now
Forget me for another day.
Plans of the Horseman (day 2522)
With a draft of my mind
A thought escaped in to
Window I sent amendment
Plans of the Horseman
Darkening landscape
Whisper deep in night
Holiday arise
A hand upon your shoulder
Step into forevermore
Daunting every move
Dry ice follows you
Remember what it takes
For apocalypse awaits
Sunday Breakfast (day 2517)
You’re lost in the abyss
Of a body I never missed
A lingering taste
Of a song I never sang
Why hold on so long
To a handle left unrung
Crying at the wheel
Going nowhere fast
On a sunny Sunday
And breakfast coming at last.
Warm Tea (day 2516)
I’m not Gothic, but I’m made for the edge
I sharpen my pencils with one long steel blade
And whisper in darkness to ghosts running around.
There’s still time for me to walk away,
A path where shrunken skulls remind me
Of voices necromancy.
I’m not here for anything but tea, kind Sir,
Help me bring silence
In this sea of raindrops dragging
For my pencils and warm tea.
A Hole (day 2514)
I’m walking with the wish
To fall into a hole
Sensibly round
And with enough depth
That my pleas for serenity
Meet only with an echo
Reverberaring about
The circular cell
Until I sink down into submission
Accepting this fate.
‘Float (day 2511)
I cannot demand
Nor can I command
I cannot see the stars
I cannot be a cog amongst
Those wheels turning ’round.
I cannot walk in single file
Nor can I carry on
I cannot see a way beyond
I cannot be my breakers
Keeping my head forever ‘float.