Cold Is the Grave Slowly consumed
By the gaping maw of darkness
Finally laid to rest
Among root & worm for eternity
Flesh drops from the bone
Bone decays to dust
I disappear
To become, one, with the earth
Ablaze in Autumn's FirePutrescence adorning the lands
The wreckage of aspiration and hope
Relics of a distant past lie crushed in ruin
The cold winds howl my name
Through dead trees, arms outstretched
Nothing here remains, but fragments
Fading into obscurity
All are nothing
Cease to BeSubmerged in this abyss
Lost in the desolation
Of this wretched tomb
This voluptuous womb
Devoid of deliverance
From this grave affliction
Suspended in time
I await the last abide
Crimson Black BleedingFeeling nothing
Pain, nor regret
Sorrow, love, nor pride
Just emptiness, shell of a man, nowhere to hide
Open the vein, life drains away, crimson black bleeding
Suffer no more, burden of life, sinking in silence
Feeling nothing
Thirst, nor hunger
Dead Inside
The mirror reflects a shattered man
Afflicted by poisonous bile
Ravaged by hidden scars
Empty eyes stare back at me
It’s time to harvest the seeds of discontent that I have sown
Failing to heed a skewed perception
I am my own worst foe
Delirium
The downward arc of the sun fills me with fear
As the heavens change their hue, I dread the sight of dusk
Lengthened shadows rise from their graves to haunt the blackened hours
And I tremble as my fear is confirmed
The death of light and the birth of hell
Piercing my soul
Haunting my dreams
Delusion of LifeAlive but lifeless, wretched and woeful
Frail ghosts enshrouded by the fog of torpor
Humble and meek, enthralled and subdued
Superfluous and oblivious to enslavement
Worthless subordinates, acolytes of futility
Inferior drones blinded by the shadows of dusk
Sheep led astray, lost and weak
Fall into line, falling, falling...
In Contemplation of ExistenceEmbraced by eternal Winter
Untainted by perfidious light
Engulfed in perpetual solitude
My endless solitary endeavour
I revel in the bleak desolation
Of this exquisite night eternal
Free from carnal tribulation
Where thought and deed are obsolete
Nihilism VortexMankind is but a grain of sand
In the desert of infinity
A single drop of rain
Falling upon the ocean vast
Can humanity qualify and quantify its existence?
No more than dust can command the winds on which it is blown
Discard the old morality of servitude and equality
So I endure as a work of art
Nocturnal SplendourThe dusk sun sets in the blackening sky
Sinks into the earth Extinguishing the light
The moon round and full now reigns
Bathes my being in hallowed shades
In reverence I praise the lunar sphere
Sets my soul free, I feel her so near
Far below, humanity lies inert
While I roam the night, ever alert
ReleaseWasting away, another day, closer to Death
Bursting with rage, longing to take my final breath
The living dead, bound to a bed, gaunt and grey
Seeking reprieve, in the comfort of the grave
Release me
Set me free
Life has no point, every breath a burden
I am but a shadow, imprisoned by my wretched flesh
The MournerShe cuts a solitary figure
A single mourner
Head bowed against the sun
Hands clasped to her breast
Her gaze so distant
Her mind revisiting time passed
Lost in a haze of fractured memories
A single tear trails down her cheek
Twisted LandscapesTwisted landscapes of the mind
A wasteland of desolation
Buried deep within the subconscious
No escape from the madness that gnaws
My perception degenerates
A cerebral disintegration
Compelled by incessant whispers
Malicious diatribes castigates