My MotherMy Mother
Now, we all have a mother,
Yes this is true,
but theres no greater mother
then the one this is to.
A personal chauffeur,
a talented chef,
she is constantly nagging me
but with intentions the best.
A mother, a maid,
the slayer of bugs;
but she is no slave
'cause I repay her with hugs.
And it's this special day
that I show her my love,
but not only with presents,
I also use hugs.
For, today is the day
that comes once a year,
the day that we want
her to grin ear to ear.
though she may be,
she succeeds as a mother
and thats good enough for me.
Trail of BloodTrail of blood
A trail of blood to lead my way,
along a path of insanity;
crawling with creatures of hate and disgust.
Pictures hanging upon an imaginary wall,
encasing my heart, encasing my soul
inside an imaginary wall of entangling features,
and so much more.
It clouds my decisions;
a choice to run, along a path of insanity,
or end-up upon the imaginary wall.
The trail goes on, seemingly forever.
Shadows glide along the wall, upon the floor...
but, not light shines on this path of which I follow.
No light dares creep along this hall;
this hall of hate, and so much more.
A crow cries, sounding hauntingly like "Never more",
the cry, it follows me along the hall.
I begin to run, an attempt at escape,
the pictures, though hanging, are laughing at my fate.
They follow me on my escape, my journey, my hysteria.
Perhaps its all just a nightmare?
Perhaps it'll end soon?
I grow closer to the end;
I know, I can feel it...trust me.
An intuition, an instinct, a feeling of hope?
Call it wh
The Devil WithinThe Devil Within
Empty streets, littered with the sound of silence.
Cloaked figures stalking it's paths,
"Begone or regret" is all they say.
Dare I choose either of the two?
What fate awaits me on either side?
Shrieks, cries and more trickery to fool the folly,
ignore or perish among the unforgiven
for they play only one game
and the bets are all they have;
A risk? Yes, it is as it seems,
but your life is currency
to those who have not one,
and temptation, though a sin,
is much stronger then their will.
And temptation, though stronger then will,
is much more dangerous then a sin.
No amount of good will save you now
for the devil within is much stronger,
and no amount of sin will stop him
in his path of merciless gathering.
Care to deal with the devil?
Do you dare to choose to not?
Dare you choose either of the two?
Begone, for I regret the folly,
and regret begone for the trickery is unforgiving.
No, the devil is within,
but it is not he who makes these choices,
it is I.
The Drifting of TimeThe Drifting of time
Time; never ending?
Oh...just as it seems to me.
The grass around me,
shifting around me,
what is it about me
that creates a virus to all those who know me?
My responsibilities are forcing gravity onto me;
in response I howl an eternal scream,
a scream to wake those of the dead,
a scream that drills itself inside your head.
And so what?
What difference will it make if I stop?
What soothing words do you think will heal
the wooden stake that is my wound?
The devil that screams inside my head;
or, if you wish, the creatures beneath your bed.
A soul, my soul! To feed the damned
in times of suffering, in times romance
for the floor around me opens up;
the floor so green, the floor so stale.
Who wants me now?
I know not of differences between good and evil
as the earth spins to a slowing stop,
I ask my screaming questions before I drop:
What am I to do?
What is it you want I to do?
...Silence is all I get in reply,
and silence is all that follows me
as I drop down