The Solitary Bird Of Black

Driven by necessity

Shunned into ignorance

Dejection pumping through veins

Solitude regressing in blood

Turmoil of emotion

Churning in the cold

A claim of devotion

All smoked to vain

A nest surmised

Amidst the clouds of hatred

The heart coveting love

Receded to stone and clay

No love in the pensive eye

Apathy transgressing the open wounds

No pain for another self

All emotions consumed in carnal hunger

Floating above the parterre of rot

Seeking nothing but salvation

Clenching the flesh dripping blood in profanity

He shrugs and soars away

Scar of a Past

She stood on the other edge

Under the shadows of brooding darkness

Eyes shimmering

With a gaunt gaze

Lips pursed

With cliche

We stood facing us

Across the different worlds

Looking into my eyes

She turned and walked away

Abandoned

I stood facing the lies

In the dark infinite

The myriad doors to all hopes

Collapsed

Like a mighty cyclops

Solitude made its way

With no wilt to survive

I gave away

Suddenly

The ephemeral void

Open'd up

And therein

Lies

The sempiternal scar

Invocation of Despair

Running naked

Into the pool of crimson fire

Hallucinating

In the refuge of my nightmare

Serpentine flames

Licking away the bliss

Intoxicated hope

All fed to despair

A swift desire of urging pain

A longing for perpetual oblivion

A prayer ceased on the blackened lips

The voice from heavens descends:

"Standing undraped

On the gates of thy hell, Son

Why shalt thou covet despair?

When thou art its concentration."

Lost

Have you ever been lost

In the myriad facade of your own anonymity?

Have you ever been torn

Between the phase of hatred and devotion?

Have you ever been

Returned from the dead?

Have you ever been

Resent to demise?

Have you ever seen

The beauty, as defined?

Have you ever seen

Disgust in a natural sight?

Have you ever experienced

Life on its verge?

Have you ever experienced

The curse of time?

Have you ever felt

Love pierce your heart?

Have you ever been

Lost?

Look into my eyes

I have

Genesis

"Wake up, Son

Speak to me of Hatred."

the rage of a silent past

A bliss that never lasts

A searing ache in chest

A wound gaping aghast

"Ope' up, Son

Speak to me of Pain."

The lust for love's eternity

Craving for a trust

A dagger pierced through the heart

A redemption unbidden

"Soar up, Son

Speak to me of Greed."

A mounting desire

An ungranted dream

A swift drag of malice

A fanatic lust

"Rise up, Son

Let's create the world"