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Ouroboros

New Life…
laps at Hope.

Phantom Fingers…
stroke the Brain.

Cold Shadows…
chill the Heart.

Ghost Host…
pales in Truth.

Spirit spins…
in downward Spiral.

Ouroboros…
pirouettes.


Cursed Joys of Infamy

These words I write
cannot convey
the pain that thwarts within my soul,
-the aching vacuum of loneliness-
which fills my heart
in your absence.

A rage so fierce
beyond my grasp
takes hold and leads me through these lines
-like an obstinate demon of vengeance-
scrawling the words you now read.

To mask my fears,
deny my pain
and blame you for my misery
-on a route too trite to be anything more than tempting-
would be far too facile.

His eloquent rage
penetrates my every pore;
rushing through my veins.
-Like a drug racing feverishly to it’s destiny.-
And I’m in bliss…
a drowsy, dreary, dammed bliss!

Now
everything I loved in you
I’ve come to loathe.
He’s giving me the liberty
-as he and only he can set me free-
to feel the hate, the pain, the joys you denied me.

Oh, cursed joys of infamy!
Such wondrous sensations monopolize
-though not undiminish-
my character to the brink of adversity.

To claim the sum of these lines
as my brainchild
would be to conceit
responsibility of your destruction.
-But you know well, as I do, the muse…-

The aching vacuum of loneliness
like an obstinate demon of vengeance
on a route too trite to be anything more than tempting
is like a drug racing feverishly to it’s destiny,
as he and only he can set me free,
though not undiminish
my character to the brink of adversity,
but you know well, as I do, the muse…


Over

Over

before it started,

but the lies

we tell ourselves

always sound so true.

Over

the pain of deceit,

but the bruises

deep inside

are still black and blue.


The Mask

He waits
until it starts to rain
to shed his tears,
to feel the pain
and wallow in the downpour.

He thinks
no one can see his tears.
And hopes no one
will see his fears
as they crawl across his face.

He wears
a shield not to protect
himself from social
intellect,
just a mask and nothing more.

He lifts
the disguise a moment
to rub away
inner torment
and braves a step towards fate.

The rain shall cease.
His shield will fall.
His pain we’ll see,
but most of all
his pride will soar
a blinding pink,
his fears half gone,
or so he’d think
until his mask falls back in place.


Going Nowhere Fast

Nowhere to run,
no place to hide
and I’m going nowhere fast.
Feeling alone,
feeling the pain;
tell me how long it will last.

I’ve been wearing this face
for so long that I feel
that this plastic smile
is becoming real.

Nowhere to run,
no place to hide
and I’m going nowhere fast.
Running alone,
loosing the race;
how can I break this forecast?

Bring down the walls,
peel off that face.
Look in the mirror,
you’ve won the race!

No need to run,
no need to hide;
It’ll get you nowhere fast.
Feeling alone,
feeling the pain,
but the thorn in your heart
is out at last.