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Greatest Foe 

Night Cannot forgive

The sins of yesterday,

One cannot live

No more ,this way. 

 

Such pain and sorrow

Cannot be stripped,

Your heart lies

In justice’s grip!

 

The Pain of Yesterday

Cannot be forgotten today,

Your cold eyes hides the pain

Of that ill fated day.

 

I cannot heal your gloom.

You are now doomed,

You are your greatest foe.

 

This City is a Prison

Tomorrow we rise

Again to drink

The pavements’ dust.

 

Our lungs,

They are tar.

Each breath

Is hard,

To take in.

 

My soul lies in chains!

These golden links

Have turned to iron.

 

This burning prison

Burns bright crimson.

My dead desires

Have now risen!

To call me “liar”.

 

Behind this mask

Lies my twisted face,

The one I left corrupted.

 

I now lie prostrated,

Struggling for one last breath.

 

This city is a horror to me,

My soul flinches

Beneath its whip!

 

My morals lie discarded,

My honor forgotten!!

This city is a Prison!!

 

This Heart Was Born Old

This heart has never

Known true sorrow,

Never once.

 

Some call me cold,

But I am old.

My soul has withered.

My heart is bitter.

 

This heart has known

Since the first day

That “all” was won,

 

By others sweat,

By others neck.

 

This heart has never

Known true horror,

It was born cold,

It was born old.

 

Always living, forever dying.

 

Insomnia 

I am so tired

And the bed

Looks so inviting.

 

Sleepless nights have changed me.

My legs cannot hold me.

My eyes close over me.

 

My eyes grow tired

And the bed

Looks so inviting.

 

This insomnia consumes me, devours me.

 

Faceless shadows

Waltz before me,

They sing, they purr

A soft calling.

 

This curse hold me, unforgiving.

 

My limbs grow numb,

And the bed looks so inviting.

 

My heart beats slow,

And the Bed looks so inviting.

This sleep, this curse…

And the bed looks so inviting.

 

 

Eyes 

My woe knows no beginning,

It just seems eternal.

This scorn haunts me.

Day and Night!

 

I still see

Those vengeful eyes…

The water I drink

Has become bitter.

I hear this voice

That calls me killer.

My morals are dead.

 

I had no choice,

Avert those cruel eyes.

They pierce me like daggers.

 

 

Authority

Your voice is just,

An echo of mine.

Your sight cannot

Reach beyond my horizon.

I know your thoughts;

They are the same as mine.

 

Just obey, just obey…

Dance, puppet, dance .

You’re my hand,

You’re my blood,

My breath, my life.

 

Beyond these waters

There is nothing, but I.

Silence these horrors,

They are nothing, but lies.

Disobey, Disobey, Disobey

And you will learn, learn!

 

Crush this germ!

Crush this germ!

You will not survive!

This free will

Will bring you ill.

Let me heal you,

Let me kill you.

You will not survive,

Disobey, Disobey

And you’ll… die!

 

Nostalgia 

I have been dreaming of home.

There so much clarity.

I see those green walls,

That grassy carpet.

So, so clear, swallowing me up.

 

Such dreamy days

Passed with many joys.

How far away they seem.

 

 My hands begin to tremble.

As I raise this bitter cup.

Oh, how far away those days seem to me!!

 

My Ambition 

Happy is the man

Without ambition,

The one with no conviction.

 

To gaze only

At things at arm’s length…

Oh, the joys, joy!

 

And woe to those

Who choose

This cross I carry.

 

I cannot bear it,

If only I could

Discard this burden.

 

Alone 

The silence told

Of a strange face,

Of a strange place.

 

Where all was one,

Where there was none.

It’s in this void

Where there’s no day,

Where there’s no pain.

 

I found day,

I found pain.

My heart is cold,

No one hold me, no more.

 

 SongBird 

I cannot find,

The will to hide

This shame, this pain.

 

It’s the mask

That I bear.

In my chest, my chest.

 

My eyes are crimson,

Let me out of this prison!!

 

My wings, have been plucked,

In this cage, I sing my final song!!

 

Loathsome 

Think what you like,

But I will not forgive

And do not think I will ever forget!!

 

That face, such disgusting eyes

And your terrible breath…

I claw at your eyes,

I hiss at your face.

 

Beware! My heart is taken.

You are have been mistaken.

I am not yours

Of this be sure.

 

These crystal eyes do not lie.

This silver tongue has sung

Be gone, Be gone!

 

Victory  

The root of all desires

Is Apollo’s lire,

Never has victory

Been so sweet, so bitter.

 

Chain

I cannot find

The will to hide my face.

Keep the serpent hidden!!

Keep the lion full!!

I cannot forgive you, forget you.

 

Mist 

You may never

Know my name.

My face is a mist to you.

 

The last time I saw you,

You wore my name

In your warm lips.

 

They have forgotten

My breath, my song, lips.

It is all a mist to you.

 

You never learned my name.

 

Song 

My song has reached

All new heights,

You better beware

For it is coming down!

 

Down to curse your name!

You should beware

Of dark corners,

Nemesis rises against you all.

 

Her song hisses

Like a furnace!!

 

My fury lives,

Toward mercy she seeks, oh she seeks.

 

She will engrave your name

Into a marble plate!

For Nemesis is her name!!

 

Sorrowful Viges 

I drank the poisoned chalice;

The malady lies in my veins.

They turn their gaze from my pain!

All my friends are gone.

 

I cannot forgive

And I will never forget!

I will make you regret

Turning your back on me!

 

The curse that I now wear,

Is more than I can bear.

My past life was just a dream,

No one is here, to hear my scream!

 

Desperation surges,

As I remember my past urges.

 

I cannot dream of a new tomorrow!

For now, it is all pain and sorrow…

 

This Sheep Will Shed 

You are all mistaken,

This sheep has fangs.

 

Since the day I was born,

I have always worn.

Gentle wool

To fool…

 

You cannot help me,

You cannot save me.

 

This sheep will keep silent.

Her fangs and claws, she’ll hide it.

 

When the moon becomes full,

This sheep will shed her wool.

 

Curse 

I need a place to begin

Pouring my soul.

What a foolish word,

For my intangible woe.

 

Soul, Soul, my lonely companion.

Take me away, away, away

To the place I long for.

 

If I could just shed

These rotten chains.

Then maybe I would,

 learn to walk again.

Help rise beyond tomorrow,

Help me escape this sorrow,

My soul, my one true friend.

 

Empty 

In the beginning,

All was empty.

God to make

Himself full.

Created mankind

The ultimate fool;

In his image,

In his likeness.

 

A being as empty

And impassive

As himself.

 

Mankind to fill

Their emptiness

Created THIS!!

This feeling of lethargy

Consumes me,

Haunts me,

The thing that once

Gave me pleasure

Has become bitter to me.

 

All roads lead to heaven.

All paths lead to hell.

 

The empty soil calls me, Beckons me,

What was it all for?

Why did I live?

Why did I survive?

 

There is no reason, really.

Another empty face, to fill up space.

Inside an empty world.

Inside an empty universe.

 

My Friends

If the sky falls,

They blame us.

Earthquakes?

They’re our faults.

 

Tsunamis? They are all me!

Everything, Everything!!

For everything

They blame us.

 

I am tired of their hatred.

I am tired of cold shoulders.

All my good is bad.

All my sins are wicked.

 

If the sky falls,

Then you know

Whom to blame.

 

I lighting strikes you,

Then, I am your Zeus.

 

For all your hatred

I cannot help,

But pity you,

My friend.

 

To find your joys

In my torment;

Is a path

That I would

Never take.

 

Take my heed, my friend.

A life without love,

Just hate, kills your soul.

 

Take heed, my friend.

Before it is too late.

 

The Scars

I cannot forget

The nightmare of yesterday.

It burns a path before me.

Even if I could forget.

The scars of yesterday

Would still remain.

 

 

Distrust

This pain keeps me alive,

Even if inside

I am already dead.

 

I cannot forgive, nor forget.

The memory of that day

Keeps my love at bay.

 

All I see,

Is distrust, pain, hate.

I cannot escape

From this nightmare.

 

For all my efforts,

I cannot seem to heal

This bleeding wound

Deep in my chest.

It will not stop bleeding;

Until, I am truly dead.

 

Forget Myself

I grown tired of tomorrow,

My Muse lies dead.

 

What was once

A hopeful beginning,

Has now met

A tragic end.

 

Bored, bored, with my life, myself.

Cold, cold, cold, my heart no longer

Pumps blood into my veins.

 

In the end I see,

There is nothing left for myself.

I have grown very tired.  

Of a world that won’t let me retire.

I truly, wish that I could forget myself.

 

Loneliness

The rose or the horse,

I care not to choose.

 

My pride and my desire for self indulgence;

Has killed me, and all my prudence.

 

Where to go?

The horse lies not in the mountain!!

Where to go?

The flower fields have withered.

 

All that I see

Is a city filled

With emptiness.

There I cannot hope

Of curing my loneliness.

 

All that I long for      All that I hope for

Is a white rose           Is for one last ride

To plant in my bed   until I am dead.

 

My Ghost 

Last night,

I had a dream

Where I was dead.

 

The ground swallowed

Me,

As the maggots devoured

Me.

 

Such a vivid dream

Still Haunts me.

 

As I gazed into the morning sun,

I heard a strange, old song.

 

“In life, you must live

Like the “dead” ones.

Only then, you can be free…

To love everyone.”

 

 The dead have no regrets.

Their life is set a done.

But, even if they are gone.

There remains a specter.

 

Yesterday, I saw my ghost

Speaking lies by tons.

He told me

That I was dead,

That my life was gone.

He filled me with so much regret.

 

He made me realize

That life still pulses

Within these empty veins.

 

“To be free

You must kill

Your “own”.

Only then, you

Might become

Someone of worth.

 

The lies they fed you

Have destroyed you.”

 

Love

So, I do not know love?

How arrogant of you

To imagine that I

Cannot grasp

Such a simple emotion.

 

How foolish!

Better to spit

On me now

And be done with it.

 

Oh, I know love…

I see it in the eyes

Of a phantom

That lights a burning cross.

 

I heard it,

In the vain, disdains

Of a pretty blonde skeleton.

 

I smelled it,

In the floating

Incense of an empty church.  

 

I felt it,

In the vibrations

Of your cold steel.

 

I tasted it,

In my own

Bitter tears.

 

Fragment

Bitter was the pill

I was force to swallow.

This medicine did not heal me.

It burned me,

It cursed me.