In the Tomorrow of Yesterday

Shadowed glass begins the Veiling of Sun perching on the Nothing between Today and Tomorrow memories revisited in the midst of Yesterdays while dreams bridge the gaps and I lose myself in the Betweens reminiscing on the Future looking forward to the Past forgetting entirely the Now that is only barely there awaking to Dream comatose in Reality finding control in Chaos and grounded in Lost Sun and Moon continue lingering upon the fringes of Yesterday and Tomorrow neither showing neither gone while Stars blink their eyes sleepily awaiting the awakening of Today

Guilt

Guilt is the slow mental death no one sees, A shimmering blade is the escape, Swimming in a blood red sea. A smile is the mask behind which it hides, Nor the physical or spiritual realm, By no rules will it abide. Torturing you with every new day gone by, You tell yourself it's a bad dream, Yet you know that is a lie. It haunts you in your dreams while you sleep, Shoving reality in your face, Driving that blade oh so deep. You'll shudder at its presence and try to run away, But no matter what you do, It's here to stay. Then some day, it might happen, you'll be forgiven for what you've done But as for me, I feel that is a day that will never come.

Night Sky

In the night sky hidden In the shadows is where I find tranquillity and Sense to all my chaos The storms cleanse my soul Releasing me from my burdens The lightning, moon, and stars Are mere accessories to an Already perfect darkness Everynight(never letting me down) Painting beautiful shades of Black, purple, and blue In the night sky hidden In the shadows is where I find tranquillity and Sense to all my chaos

My Life

Alone and desolate is how I'm found Each and every time my feet touch the ground. Illusions blackening my heart and soul. Alone once more, no longer whole. The deep darkness my life has become Would depress, scare, and even kill some. Welcome to Hell, my lonely domain. Remain here long enough and you will go insane. Wondering why life's been thrust upon me. The torture, the anguish, the endless agony. Deep in a place, a normal state of mind, Lies the one truth I've been seeking to find. Void is my heart of every feeling and thought Wanting to pull the final shot. My darkness, my domain, my Hell This is my life-can't you tell.

Demons of the Mind

abandoned to walk alone left to hellish demons that tear away your soul demons that come from within demons of the darkest night they main and rape the mind leaving it bruised and battered they feed on the pain on the deepest despairs inside where the cold burns where the soul used to be torn away for the demons' pleasure borne into eternal darkness.

What is Love?

What is love? How does one define 'love'? Is it somthing that can be felt like an emotion? Or is it somthing so much more potent, so powerful, that it cannot even be described? A feeling so powerful that it can quell a war or cease a striking hand, it is a constant catalyst for the salvation of men. Ironic as it may seem, it also sows the seeds in which we reap our own destruction. What we feel may be love is simply a false pretense, a stone set in our path to cause our downfall. Yet we stumble on blindly, careless and foolish in our desire to feel wanted.We crave so much to be held and treasured that we turn a blind eye to the demon that embraces us. As we spiral slowly down into the pit of darkness, we confide in what we presume to be love. Such foolish and careless errors are commonplace, and are the reasons for the stupidity of men. For love, hate, and all these things are missused for the purpose of humanity.