Dusk of Mourning

Originally composed: August 20, 2016

Never before have I looked up to the sky only to realize I was alone. 

The stars are my friends, clouded, out of reach.

No moon beams dance in my shaded pit.

Endless darkness masks my tears.

Those ebony stains behind my eyes,

on my hands, streak my feet.

Lonely vapors form a frost,

quiet, silent, gorgeous, alone.

No echo should be heard lest my breath be ripped away too.

I can't live without it.

Or am I already dead?

After many nights passing, the great 

Inverse light begins to have a certain dark warmth,

like a midsummer night where the fireflies flit 

and bats smite all insects with

A swift, black justice.

The lengthy shadows melt away,

the sky begins to glow.

Never before have I looked down to the earth only to realize I was among friends.

Light reflected from some faraway place

Beckons photons to start anxiously in preparation for the day.

Stone does not Live

I ripped my heart out,

it no longer beats,

it's chambers are empty, no more blood to fill

My heart is hardened,

set with metal

and coarse sediments,

fossilized, tarnished,

jagged rock takes its place

Plea of the Decaying

What a pity it is to look up to a sky 

of heavenly blue and clean, cotton clouds 

While rust and unstable isotopes seep into my skin.

The doses of heavy metals dull my senses

until all feeling ceases 

and my nerves forget to converse 

along the pathways of my mind.

The welcoming air tastes of blood and dust,

my going vision blocks what light I could see.

only death in my mind.

End it now, this black captivity.

Free my bonds

Or the blade is calling.

What to do when Your Ally is a Hydra or Hydra for an Ally

The first time we met, they were clever and warm,

impressively skilled,

bright, blue-eyed thing.

As the clocks ticked away,

midday passed,

shadows began to grow on

my good friend's face

Until a new face emerged,

hidden behind the first,

an ugly, rude, unbearable thing

with a selfish pride and a boastful forked tongue,

Beady blue eyes and a demon's grin

That hydra of an ally,

that blue-eyed demon,

that deception, that dishonesty,

that poor judgement of mine.

To expel them from my ranks is to walk to mine own execution.

I will not see the day they spit poison at me.