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Monday, April 4, 2011

Russian Roulette




Close your eyes and Pull the trigger,
Bet your soul, albeit for the last time.
Sometimes prayer soothes the fraying nerve,
In this Godless Gamble.

Press the glock to your temple.
Does fear cloud your faculties ? 
Or does Adrenaline whet it ?
It's just one Bullet.

Do chills run up your soft spine ?
Do I see tears roll down your cheeks,
Is that a mild whimper I hear,
As you clench your teeth.

Honey, this won't take long
A deafening crack and blinding light.
Just momentary pain,
Nothing like what you inflicted on me.

My turn disappointed me,
All I could hear was hollow click.
The empty chamber echoing,
Of Blinding vengeance.

Tonight we play,
With odds on my side.
Nothing for me to lose
But your world crumbling.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Euthanasia

                                                                      

Ravaged in my memory's wake,
I have long suffered.
Strapped to a four-poster.
Eyes and ears wide shut.

Broken images of life,
Flash before my unfazed eyes.
My body lies still.
Unperturbed and Unstirred.

Voices of unknown origin,
Whisper in my ears,
In tongues long forgotten
Of faith and skepticism.

For long and cold nights,
I have dreamed of a blue moth.
It fluttered free- aimlessly
Through  a seamless void.

I have prayed silently,
Without an utterance.
Longing for a cold embrace, 
To greet my Passage.


  

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Inferno




The Flames crackle as they rise up,
Perhaps for the last time ,
From the dying embers of  Life
An Orange glow casts long shadows.

The Skin burns softly,
But Wraiths don't feel pain.
Nor do they  have a conscience.
Their life  forged by the reaper's  curse.

Memory a tattered cloth,
Fragments visiting and revisiting.
Filling my insides with revulsion,
Tales of Lies and Deception.

Time no longer heals the wounds
The bruises continue to bleed.
But there no pain
Neuroticism has long since replaced ache.

A long path  forward remains,
With clenched fists he resists
Confusion meddling with his soul,
Right and wrong's lost all meaning.

Chorus:

Burn,
Until nought remains.
Burn.
Until the all the vitriol is gone.
Burn.
Until winter ends.
Burn.
Like an Inferno. 

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