This is goodbye

Hanging on the edge

Watching the stars

Fall from the sky

When will they know

How broken Sundays are?

Rolling round like aching stones

Forced to make a show.

Tearing scenes apart

To find who you are

Glass of something on the side

Screaming with a broken heart

Know who you are

Know who you are

Forbidden winds moan

Look to the distant lights

Catch them tonight

See how they grow...

Smirking.

You relish in the knowledge of the iniment downfall of the Honest.

So close now… victory’s tang plates your cracked lips.

Delicious.

Decades of lies are finally tying themselves into a single sordid truth.

Tantalising, those serpents of deceive are returning to their nest.

Historic.

Yes, this is your moment.

Your moment to reflect with the glints of ice, tainted crimson b...

I learnt long ago

To put on a show,

A frail mask

Of tenuous suppose.

Abandoned those dreams

Of bright technicolour,

For shadows of souls…

Moth eaten prose.

Live transposed lies

In order to keep

Familial ties

And heartbreak shy.

At what cost?

Fake smiles

Haunted heart

Blackened mind

To horror I turn

Entrust my demons

Turn out the light

Never was I.

Damned to liv...

A whisk of hair

Blurred hands

Smile malevolent

Eyebrows creased

Lips parted

Eyes widen

Breathing taut

Flinching step

Anger clouds

Guilt arises

Arms protect

Stumbling step

Backwards

Forwards

Silver point

Red teardrop

Smudged shadows

Silent isolation

Broken bonds

Forever gone...

Here and there,

A giggle and a gasp,

Destined for flight.

A broken smile,

Masked.

Sea of lament,

Waves of chatter,

Hiss of betrayal.

An uneven heart,

Stuttered.

Across foreign metropolises,

Electric moments,

Blown promises.

A wayward soul,

Crushed.

Never the same,

Always relain,

Loyalty divided.

Empty eyes,

Shuttered.

Miles apart,

Shared synergy,

Housed together…

On one ball of ro...

We are no one,

Phantoms on the waves,

Course set and bound,

Unto the final day.

We are those lost souls,

Treading water and ocean light,

Hoping to be found,

Before utterance begins to pound.

Held by promises faux,

And candlelight flickers,

We are someone,

With somewhere called home.

We are the monsters,

Which lurk in shadow’s ground,

With naught but malice in our hearts,

Easily led astray.

...

Naught but a stick of chalk,

Useful and not,

Perchance it’s wielded by

Cunning hand of prose…

Or ground to powder by

Bless’d fist.

Gifted and bland

Spewing dusty motes,

Toward wretched lungs,

Poisoning… or nourishing.

‘Tis life that be

One of chance,

Naught but a fleeting glance:

To be, or not?...

Fatalistic motes of light,

Pierce shadow’s heart,

Promised better overmorrows,

Fail to succeed each dismissal tomorrow.

Doom harkens to eerie call…

That inaudiable hum.

Naught but glower’s end,

And fraught suffering,

Against hopelessness’s backdrop,

Stained by crimson fears.

Doom harkens to eerie call…

That inaudiable hum.

To chase illumination,

Is to wager war, against nigh’s percolation...

They kept us here.

They kept us until the madness set in.

The madness sets in and we are set free… or so we think.

We claw at our shackles, we shake the bars and we scream defiance.

It didn’t work-

It made it worse.

So much worse.

They had found you, dragged you from your home and set your bones in chains.

All because you bore the mark of SoliSis, ‘tis a mark ...

Anything.

To placate your incessant growl,

Anything.

If you want me,

You have me,

Anything.

Take a silver fish,

To sordid flesh,

Anything.

Spill the Red Sea,

Across marble plains,

Anything.

Exhale finality,

Expire grief,

Anything.

Mute the torment,

Dance with jubilation,

Anything.

If only you silence,

The years of torment,

Unwind, rewind,

Let me go.

Anything.

Gift me my freedom,

...