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Wednesday, August 24, 2011


I hide in this guise that is not me
Consumed in shame
I will never be free, from the thing that is me
The horror I feel from the reflection
It isn't my soul, my Self
Yet it is horrible
More sick than a prison for decaying bodies
This body is a prison for a decaying soul
If I close my eyes I'll never awaken
I hear the words that have been spoken
But this spirit within his already broken
A winged thing, a great one once
Fallen, from my own hatred of self
Cannot contemplate another day
Surviving this way
Unloved, untouched
I will cry hollow tears tonight
Until mother's pills set me free
Into spirit that is pure.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Sleep tight, lost lover

He is a disease of the mind
My alternative self
He is a king in the netherworld
Everything that is not mine
Reach out your arms and never hold me
All the lies you have told me
Your burial, coffin is ready
Hurry my lover
Black roses are fading
The snow is falling upon the frozen ground
Frozen like my heart, like everything that we were
Accursed am I, perhaps for all time
Will I ever be free from this hell?
The body is a cage for the soul
My soul cries for the blood the earth soaked up
The earth ate your life force, and then you did gasp for breath
Before your eyelids fluttered one last time
You are not immortal to me
You are dead in my heart
My dark, frozen heart
Like the tundra up North
It wanders the frozen wasteland like a wolf
I hunt for you.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Secret Silence

In the darkness she waits
Her secrets shroud in silence
You who know all reveal nothing
The one with answers is dead in the silence
She took them with her to the grave
Silent as a rock
You who are my ancestor, in the ground
One who I never met yet love, so dearly
I see myself in the pictures of you, your face so kind
Your spirit is so good
You are my angel, my blessing.