Frozen

Hallucinating

In the shadow of moon

Corroded

By dreams and fantasies

Finding reason

In the transient patterns of mist

Sanity

Merely reduced to vanity

Silhouette

Of a faded dream

Chased endlessly

In the mire of delusions

A smile

Caught on the other side

While the bridge

Vanished in smoke

The hand held out

While chained to invisible walls

A ghost of past

Yet wandering alongside

Screaming silently in vain

Waiting for me to jerk awake

Swiftly

Aeons pass by

Numbness

Sternly takes over

As if on the other side

The moment is frozen

Or

Am I?

Brooding On Hatred

Another unseen blow

The spear thrusted through the chest

The breath of hope, aghast

Bubbled out in regression

The cloud of dismay, surmounted

A silhoutte of redemption gone afar

The door that once stood ajar

Now cleansed shut to the face

The gravity of consequence

Now, bewailing in the prime

"It wasn't you

It was me

There is no hope

But to set free"

Abandoned by wretched sanity

Left ensnared in the pile of flesh

Feeding on the burning anger

Hatred is starting to breed.

Burnt On The Aisle

Clenched jaws.

Burning flesh.

Cried aloud.

A plea gone unheard.

Reminiscence.

Turned to nostalgia.

The wish.

Unwished a several ways.

Surrendered.

By excruciation.

To the Devil's parchment.

Regression of guilt.

Gone unseen.

Vanity!

Is that what you seek?

Redemption!

Derailed off the way?

The soul.

Might yet evapourate.

The crucifixion.

Screams aloud.

Upturned.

On the Aisle.