between the wasteland and the sky
heaven is weeping for hell i am become
because i would not cry
i could not turn away
from what made my heart so
bloody and sore
why do you think it is that i react this way?
i stand as mute witness
i have been blamed for transgressions i do not own
it is more than i can undo
the clichés that have surrendered our motives to sweet duplicity
are breaking my spirit into two
spine shattered, splintered
nerves frayed then set alight
save your tears
fake your peace
here comes our judgement day
save those fears for the time when all pain is far behind
for now the hate and the doubt give way to the black
the soft little suicides
such graceful beauty
how could anyone be so lucky?
another life
another dream
i’d give it all away just for the memory
jaded, faded, star fall, darkest abyss
if never ever would come to pass
there would be no complaints
the ghosts of you and me wall the hallways of regret
what could have been
once upon a time
the hell is in the blame
it’s a pity that it all became so boring
take a measure
the briefest pleasure
in watching it all burn down
it was a pin prick
sharp
like steel crossing the skin
but the flow was quickened by the leaving
the final cut displayed the color of uncommitted sin
how i
desire to
re-forget…
It is as if I shall disappear as soon as I close my eyes. I have become someone you would not recognize. It may be a sad thing, this stumble and fall for I chose this path and now there is no return. Drowning, writhing, a horrible lesson learned. Deep inside my mind, twisting, winding, like the blackest worms, this razor’s edge of darkness, the reasons for my failure live and thrive.
It is time to remember what it is that makes me alive.
My vision, tainted by the melancholy of empty dreams…
A cripple inside, guarding a wounded soul.
If I ask nicely enough, would you please stop this time?
Would that be enough to slow the quickening of my heart,
the damnable flow of guilt and regret
that make up the sum of my existence?
So many people, in motion, passing, not to take a moment of pause.
This is the new sound of madness.
I am shaken. The softest hint of a whisper triggers repressed fears.
The old familiar is now ascending from the shadows, the Angel of Vertigo
Even in the company of my oldest friend, the night, I choke on words that will no longer come…
I fight off sleep for fear of recollect and remembrance.
A soft screaming reaches my ears
On blackened wings he ascends, gliding upon the foulest wind, the Angel of Vertigo.
A cry, a sound. Faint echoes. Forced solitude
There once was a touch
Hesitant, brief
A melding, a coming together.
It is no more.
Like the flare of a match,
or a flower that
bursts open,
there was no realization of the dream.
The faerie tale breathes its last into infinity.
The dream is gone, but still I linger.
A bitter sting marks my tears
for who gracefully ascends amidst the wailing, the lament, but the Angel of Vertigo.
A hollow sound echoes in my aching breast.
The taste of solitary harsh on my tongue.
Silently I lose myself to memory.
Close my eyes tightly, until I slip into the ether.
I am filled with melancholy, empty dreams
as I nurture my tortured, human soul.
One day, please make it stop. Just make it stop this one time.
And I swear the words will come spilling from my lips like wine…
