Just an EveningThoughts move through my mind Like spritesJust an Evening
Dancing in the fire Playing their drums and tambourines.
Inspiration flows from a well Dug and struck From distance voices Echoing from the past
A foggy haze Envelopes me A self created prison.
Stumbling words Pour from my mouth Making a nonsensical logic.
A desire, focused,
But unrequited
And deceived courses through me, And is unsatisfied.
Unwanted moments Descend upon me, Reality crashes in, And I am I once again.
Caustic MemoriesGooey thoughts run through my mind, Sliding slowly from the past to pour into the moment. Memories, like a pleasant pain flow through me Killing me with the reality of life.Caustic Memories
The monotony of the one Is overwhelmed by the newness of the other. Oh agony! Passion crushed to dullness Asphyxiates Truth for its lie.
Do desired dreams that go undreamt Become a waking nightmare?
Nightmares screamed out loud In the silence of the mind Become the disease Which kills the soul.
Deny! Do not let the gilded memories entreat the soul. S
Finding the Courage to BeI sit and stare at a stranger Familiar, yet unknown to me. And as he stares into the starry sky I wonder what it means “to be”.Finding the Courage to Be
There he sits, Starlight reflected in his eyes, And while looking at him I wonder, What will happen when I die?
With the soul chilling thought of “nothing”, I realize I am not ready to go. And I think of how estranged I feel To sit beside this stranger, familiar yet unknown.
I have the feeling of not be grounded And of course I have to look. As if in the grass where I sit I wo
SinI would like to share the deep part of me, But I have become shallow. My meaningful thoughts about everything Have turned into meaninglessness nothings. I have lost myself.Sin
There is this mask that covers my face That no one can see I no longer Know how to take it off
I fought so hard to not be Who I was That I no longer Know who I am
I ask I seek I pray Nothing
I am comforted in my reasonable faith Of the things unseen Yet, things unseen Attack me
They remind me again Of who I w
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Belladonna doesn't know
What to think or where to go
Who can teach her, who can tell
Where is heaven, where is hell
Wander blindly, hold your breath
Belladonna walks toward death
Belladonna, poisons Mistress
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Belladonna doesn't know
What to think or where to go
Who can teach her, who can tell
Where is heaven, where is hell
Wander blindly, hold your breath
Belladonna walks toward death
Belladonna, poisons Mistress
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