Machina Mimesis (in The Corner Cafe)

Nothing less than the sound of footsteps. condensing into a shape.. Sneaking into the murky urban cafof crispy mornings.. Realized it was a mirror after hours of work. They are filth..

In Morning Mood A Utopia-revelation

Some autumn morning. Some drops of water to reach the earth.. And there was I. Enraptured, bewildered evermore.. Shattered utterances that never caught ears..

Wounded Skies

Evanescent, Everfading

[Reflections Of The Wanderer/The Passing Of The Newborn God]. . I am come into these celestial lands; the dreaded journey is at an end. Time has passed, ages gone and lost, and the.

Virga

Deference, Diminuend

Hellfire burns. This I can well feel. Before long,. all sense will be lost to distances afar.. I have been a witness to the. collapse of all respect. Without the wit or will.

This Sanguine Farewell

My hands shake just like the fallen leaves. Dyed the color of my lover's blood. Sanguine ecstasy calls to me. Driven forth to desperate ends. . Oh my love is newly dead.

This Paradise Crumbles

This life you lead. Seems to bring you. All the happiness you need. The ones you love. In your times of grief. . The tears of joy. Stream from your eyes.

The Catatonic

Why must I endure this strife. From the ignorance. In their minds. They believe that I am dead. That a smell of nothingness. Is left. . One could not believe.

Solar Journey

I stand alone now. In this ruined world. Desolation was caused. By futile wars. For those who fought. Are all dead and gone. Though constant battle. Has made me so very strong.

Drowning In Gray

I sit in my room. To contemplate. All the reasons why. Why am I here, why must I live. Through these grieving times. Overwhelmed by hurt. Deep inside my soul.

Destructive Light Of Dawn

The earth you see. Resembles me. A cold and dark disturbing place. A world of god turned to disgrace. . A new day has come. The suffering begun. The beauty you once knew is gone.

Cascading Rivers Of Black

The beauty of eternal darkness. Now spreads across this land. Changing our reality. The end of time has come for man. . Barren wastelands. With nothing left alive.

Behind Vacant Eyes

A decrepit man intently stares. At the now calm lifeless horizon. While most of his memories no longer exist. There is one never fading. . I was alive with youthful integrity.

Woundwort

At the crux of our nation the cornea dies.. Spills out dissension a barrage of cries.. Written in looks and glanced rebellion,. we gather these ugly wounds, weep words opposition..

The Warren Of Snares

We can account for the scars in our sides,. Yet we are not privy to the thoughts that we discard.. Those who would break us nurture our despair.. But still we cherish those who we revile..

The Burial

Like fingers they claw at the sky,. pylons of a pompous foray.. Sentinels to look down upon with vacant eyes.. We kindle our willing to strive,. to remain separate..

Republic Of Heaven

We wane in remembrance, drained by our scorn.. The flocks of the patriarch throttled, forlorn.. We gasp with epiphany, perception unmasked.. Ranks of black muslin litter out path..

Rose Adore

Such little hands. you had so much to hold. Without a chance to live. So many tears. so many held you in their hands. Your image left us here. Now we bleed inside.

Repair

I've tried to fly on broken wings for too long on my own. And now I'm living on second chances. ashamed of all I am. I'll give you everything. please take everything from me.