Just VisitingIt's been a whileJust Visiting
I sit in the cemetery The crows alight on the branches before me Just like old times
I'm a different person now I've grown The crows can tell
They tilt their heads questioningly As if to ask
Why have you been away so long? What have you seen?
I smile as I watch them My old friends They always welcome me
I tell them tales
Of what I've seen Of what I've done Of what I've accomplished
They listen intently They caw approvingly They laugh at my jokes
The DoorThe door of Opportunity Of death Of lifeThe Door
Where does it lead? Where does it come from? Where does it go?
Just opening the door Is taking a risk
A risk that something will come through Something you don't want Even if you think you might… at first
If you step through Will all your dreams come true? Will you be tortured for the rest of time? Will you fall through nothingness for all eternity?
The door is only there For a limited time
Yet it's there forever
It leads to forever It l
Unholy VisionsI close my eyes And stare into the abyssUnholy Visions
Darkness Nothingness Emptiness
I fall And fall And fall
I reach the bottom And horrors await
People hung upside down Their soft supple underbellies Opened up Spewing entrails The people are still alive Screaming Some even without a bottom jaw
Zombies walking everywhere Undead husks Of what once were human
And at the back A woman sits Dressed all in black Listening intently to the screams As though it were a symphony &nb
HeartsWhat darkness dwells in the heart of man? How deep do his evils go?Hearts
Can any amount of rights Erase his wrongs? His past? His evil?
Can man truly atone for his wrongdoings? Or is he doomed to live a life of guilt? Of grief? Of pain?
There are those who are evil They never atone They feel no guilt No remorse
Do they have hearts? Are they lost? Or are they the only ones who are truly sane?
Maybe our lives ARE meaningless?
Our hearts are there to do nothing more than Pump blood… &nb
A fightI try and speakA fight
To protest To ask To whisper To say what I need
Want
Desire
But you’re already yelling Your voice is hard Frightening So very loud And it shakes me To the core And my voice disappears
I have made a mistake I have done wrong
How dare I So now I am mute
Confused
Alone
Not knowing how to fix my errors And I hold my breath
Waiting
For what will come
Silent
Sense of HumorSense of HumorSense of Humor
You are really fucking up my life god Love, Sex, Money Twisting it all.
Give me love, make someone love me, make love fall away Give me money, Pull it all away
Put me in a cage yet tease me with freedom Make me submissive Yet give me a Wild heart Hurt me yet make me want to be hurt
Give and take Push and pull I know I will be the one in the mud
Fuck off This isn’t fun anymore
Your sense of humor sucks
God
FeathersWings beat against steel barsFeathers
Breaking, shattering Blood and feathers fall to the bottom of my cage Even if I get free…
Will I be able to fly?
FreeIf I let it out, Everything would lie at waste Everything would fall apart Secrets unspokenFree
Can you exist inside, someone else’s skin Can you live a life your soul despises?
Or do you have to split it open In exquisite decadent destruction
And let it lay
Broken, destroyed Beautifully shattered
Yet
Free
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