Sympathy Before Grief, Agony before Peace

The eerie effects of neglect, an emotional embrace, and its effects when hallowed haunted hardships start, despair in broken hearts. Anguish's gnawing grasp will beseech, anger lash defies one's belief deification! disillusionment's dedication in frustrated contemplation. These confinements of sympathy before grief, agony before peace flowers for the frantic fools forsaken, jaded gratitude's anticipation. Mourning…Read more Sympathy Before Grief, Agony before Peace

He Who Would Be King

Empty heads wicked hearts oh vile frail! fallow men vipers we plucked, maggot infused flesh festering rut. Look into the shallow inners of this beast! no release, fanatic cries! zealots, not herd, agony! should be stirred. We speak his evil will, your succubus will conceal her ills in a roll of the dice wraith! is…Read more He Who Would Be King

I’m Along My Mother Is Gone

This shroud of death distinguishing yesterdays light a moment mourns memories, my woe in that imagery. The rituals in this vigil, numb my vows before this foe a keepsake your tenderness glows as the winds blow. Gathering griefs gratitude at the grave site, before tonight sorrows solemn sadness recounting the blight that's insight. Heed the…Read more I’m Along My Mother Is Gone

DNR= Do Not Resuscitate

This diminishing heartbeat devastating the degrees of hope now my crying counseling confessions trying to stay afloat. These conscious confrontations, mind-numbing equations agony authorizing my last resort, the pulling of life support. Chance choice of closure collapse in catastrophic complications advised on accepted effects of anxiety in this willful asphyxiation. A battle beseeching, eyes! no longer blinking,…Read more DNR= Do Not Resuscitate

Your Pound Of Fresh, May You Not Rest

Haunted by the demoralizing deprivation, this dehumanization burying the brutality in buying branded bodies, this irrationality. Upon cold hearts a serpent's tongue, misery's mayhem bar none, loathing lure of lucrative leverage, global money links now savage. Who are these people who pay for their pound of filth with fresh, blind-eye turn! bloodshed beatings bankrolled by…Read more Your Pound Of Fresh, May You Not Rest

The Blood In Your Veins She Retains

The myth and its mastery, mesmerizing moods brood in the maiden's memory. Doomed origins this oracle obsessed by prophecies, a blood-stained princess recounting those atrocities. This secret scourge scours, rage! it's ritual ransom, dismayed death! is it's anthem? The squalor's vow to those village vapors, sorrows foretold the stories of why the vampires eat here Unreal…Read more The Blood In Your Veins She Retains

Grief’s Strains Within Sorrow’s Pain

The kiss of tears tracing the tracked curves in cheeks, the anguish ache in agony's aftermath is now complete. Dread distressing clear skies reaffirm the dire in disbelief, in the belly of the fire, whispering whimper looks for relief. I'm jaded the tolling taps of time mourning remembrance, vexing! vulnerable now voided vigil's vow of…Read more Grief’s Strains Within Sorrow’s Pain