Tag Archives: sadness

Argue [horror poem]

This darkened rain that pours so soft,

This day of war and cruelty…

One gallon – blood is coughed

And death sings continuity.

A lovely, white-pale corpse

Of former lover – mine,

Just sits and rots, decaying works;

One gallon – red mulled wine.

 

I take a sip, I lose my mind,

My temper; devils dwell.

Inside my brain, my darkness’ faith –

My home, sweet home – hell.

A house of bones, the card of death,

A room filled with disaster;

I friended vipers and neglect,

Becoming murder-master.

 

And now at the beggining

Of my eternal end –

Damnation is the key.

Our love was sick,

You lie down dead

And I am lost – but free.

 

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Ascension [poem]

Stir of echos, darkened souls;

I see perfection inside your flaws.

Your gentle smile, your golden hair,

A whisper telling me beware

Within my nightmares – sweetest dreams;

I hide from truth, I drink blood streams.

I learn to scream, I learn to fail.

A whisper tells me sweet … beware.

Come Back…

The clouds were somehow dancing relentlessly above my head. There were also a few spots where a crystal blue color was smiling hope. It was quiet. Too quiet. Too quiet for the shouting thoughts from my head.

I was alone. Too alone for an enormous world filled with so much life. And yet death awaits for me. Inevitable end with little care for my future.

On this island, my island, the present mingled with the past and with the de-ja vu of a shattered future.

My only treasures were the memories, the cracked reminders of my former self, the images of people I met, people I knew, I loved…

The picture of her…

Standing in the rain wearing a black dress and carrying around a rose-red umbrella. The city was all gray, lost in some sort of sad fog. Big raindrops were hitting the ground like meteorites on the surface of a barren planet. A universe without emotions…

And she was standing there waiting. But not for long. In a few seconds her image vanished. And I found myself once again stranded on a rocky island, too alone, too sick, too old and too late for a happy ending.

As I closed my eyes I whispered “Come back…”.

But she never returned…

[Inspired by the story of Dear Esther, which I replayed last night]

Luna

City lights are falling asleep.
The rain, emotional, so deep…
Beneath the dark, above the light
Another wrong turn that seemed right.

A cup of blood, a cup of tears
I swallow grief, I choke my fears…
But once exposed I start to die
And falling down, I reach the sky…

And there she is, beautiful corpse…
She seems alive, she’s dead… of course.
With her eyes closed, with skin so pale
A nameless goddess… fairy-tale.

They call her Luna, Moon of love
She never lived, but she’s above
Those who hold life in their hands
And cry and laugh with many friends.

She’s always there… but she’s alone
So strangely intact, like a stone
I wished I could just make her mine, but…
She remains there, frozen in time.

In the name of dark..

Cold. So cold you cannot move. So cold you cannot feel… your heart is frozen and its adaptability to the freezing sensation makes it a clueless organ.. useless.. untouchable.

It is winter.

You know.. the winter that repeats itself every year. Plainly cold.. windy.. with a scent of freshness but with a nuance of dirt.

The perfect mirror image for the human soul. These two.. winter and the human soul have the same mysterious essence.. fresh dirt.

It seems clean even if it is just filth.. sorrow.. pain.. grief.. greed.. selfishness..

It is wind outside. Just like sometimes it is wind in my head. And I start to scream and fucking break everything around me. But the wind doesn’t stop. Contrary to what I expect to happen.. it divides into sparkles of black magic and forms a dark tornado.

It is called my hatred. The devil’s hatred for those who dwell into their own inabilities. Lack of passion.. lack of direction.. lack of purpose.

They say you only die once.. while these fucking maggots swarm around and eat your eyeballs. But with a lack of perspective.. your eyes are already rotten.. nests for angelic worms.

Again.. winter. Time passes by.. lights fade away.. people forget. Only I.. remain captive into a coffin of sad memories. I breathe them.. I drink their blood.. I enjoy my pain.

Sadistically methods of keeping some alive.. some buried.. some close to me.. and some trapped away in an cloudy ocean of unhappiness.

Cold again.. with each second that crosses the domain of existence it seems to be colder and colder.

A tricky weather.. just like the puzzled mind of a serial killer. It waits for you to make a mistake in order to get your vitality. You become a victim of your own ilusions. You dream within dreaming.. you live within death. And after that you vanish.

Dark.

The night is dark but fragile. It can kill or give birth to emotion. Basically the most important ingredient in everything is emotion.

In the name of dark.. I command you to… feel.

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