Penance 

Sleeping through my regrets

Nights of sweat

leave a mark on my soul

A twisted self

Crusades and morality

Set the conscious

A weight It can carry…

will he breakdown in the sun?

A priest and his trade

selling hope and penance

It is the sale season

the discount on salvation

We surely buy sanity from the altars

“no body seeks evil”

When I devour a man’s heart,

It is for his soul,

The only redemption…

….from the plagues of his world

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Toy shop

Let’s play street

We walk crowds

And dip into pockets

Filthy hankies are molded

Wiping sweat off plastic faces

The toy shop

One legged dolls limp in muddy grounds

Mother’s tales and unicorns…

dark horses with headless knights

The money that buys all

The mirror of wishes

Speak unto your reflection

And thou shall be

Hanging by loose threads

Dancing lullabies by the puppeteer’s hands

Red sun

The whispers…

are lies,

written in the air

Fading echoes,

speaking to oneself

“It will be alright”

“It will be al…”

“It will be…”

“It will sink in the earth,

The red sun sinks in the earth

The moon never rises

And the stars are fallen

Mother,

“I am broken”

How to live this world?

Happiness is a blur,

smudged with blooded hands,

on the walls of my mind

Love was a stake,

run through my heart

When trust failed,

rose petals tattered in hails

The face of me,

is a stranger…

staring back…

…in this broken mirror

Salem

Stare long enough into the night, 

Until you see the stars 

And when your eyes become familiar with their shapes, 

Watch them fade, 

Die, 

before the break of a new sun



Life is joy, 

and suffering 

Fabricated dreams drawn in the clouds

changing at the blow of the first wind 



It is easier to accept the night

Faceless,

Blameless,

than the day



Before a thousand eyes,

peering into your soul 

ripping your guts for the vultures 

When church is where we belonged

Before the priest set afire on the witch 



And in all,

my short life I have cherished 

Known a thousand men but one soul

With no regrets,

my ashes will be swept along Salem’s streets 

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