To the Light

What is this?
A feeling of unease.
Your words come through
Speak volumes to me
And yet still it comes.
It is warning me
pushing away
yet I charge forward,
eager to see for myself
what could cause such panic.

Chaos Consume

Chaos consumes my mind
Inable to decide
what is right or wrong
what is good, what is evil
taking my mind away
and leaving naught but the void.

Learning

To cut off what brings pain
leaves only memories
And these, which cannot be removed
hurt the soul too deep.
Instead, embrace pain
for in it, lessons learned
are able to further ourselves,
Burning away ignorance.

Conflict

Mind and heart
two connected entities
locked in eternal conflict
struggling for control
deadlock
They cannot stop
cannot win
but their force rips the world asunder.

Fire

You're killing me by degrees
slowly, so slowly
Like a fire stuck in time
It grows, consuming me
it burns
So I strike out
try to extingush
Smother the pain
it seems to have gone
until you breathe life to it again
igniting the embers once more.
I am consumed.

Birds

Free as a bird
Plummeting through the sky
no matter what is done
one can only move slightly,
only slowing, never rising
it finishes the same for all
a swift end upon meeting the earth

The End

Your final chance.
no mistakes.
no regrets.
no turning back.
know what you want.
I'd help if I could
but there's nothing I can do.
so go on.
decide.
and end this tonight.

Drums

The sound of two drums
Pounding out of beat
reminds me of the heart.
Incomplete without its partner,
Pounding,
Waiting for its accompaniment.

Fate

What makes these things
happen to these people
at these times?
Fate.
Woven by an unseen hand,
it encaptures us,
leads us along
by gossamer thread
pain upon suffering
until it snaps
the moment we recieve respite,
only so that we may find
a new thread waiting
a new road to follow

Machinery

Sometimes I feel like a broken machine
Without function, and worth too little to fix.
And with no path to follow
I simply wait
For someone to have more interest
than I do in myself,
and to be remade for some new end.
But for now I must simply be
this, a broken machine.

The Child

A child sits
alone, cold
and yet he smiles
and as many pass by
none notice
none stop
save one
and they sit
together
a question
why?
the child sits
thinks
and says
I knew
I wait
someone come
I knew that
and smile.

Silence

Deafening silence
strikes more fear in me
than any beast of the wild
as when it comes
it means only one thing
that I am alone

Ghosts

You enter my mind unbidden,
Like a ghost of the past
And what I once thought to be good
I now know not how to judge
Not blessing
Not curse
an everpresent memory
seeking reality once more.