Burning lands
all around

Mighty cities
to the ground
have razed

In storms
and thunder

Crashing down
the skies

On waters
boiling under

Nature’s scream
tears life asunder

and murder,
all crazed.



Another day,
another mask

To cover the face,
and all the past
long gone,
and gone again
with every sun,
and rise

‘Till darkness comes,
and eats the eyes
the covers gone,
with it disguise

When you can’t see,
how will you hide?

All at once

All the stories
ever told

In a single word
they fold

Where the waters
in the oceans meet

Two strangers each
another greet

Just once,
in eyes alone

That persistent,
quiet tone

All gone then
in a single breath

No one follows,
not even death.


Another couple
thousand miles

Left for me
to roam

And countless more
those lonely eyes

Just waiting
for their home

Another day
without the smiles,

drowning in the foam

the night’s old whispers,

through the cold

those ghostly sisters,

From the margins
of our world

in swirling twisters,

Let your story
to unfold

In Bloom

At that place,
on the cross
– of white, and gray

Oh, that face,
and eyes
– so blue in may

All that grace,
and awkward laughter
– just a breath away

In that space,
of deep connection
– can I stay?

The Machine

The pointless flights
of empty,
weathered words

and fancy
of our lords

Dreaming only
of our flights
in cold insanity

Dancing lonely
at the plights
for lost humanity

For all the souls,
who lost their minds

Towers fallen,
broken swords

All the kinds,
of empty words

The Tower

In an empty,
dim-lit room

Out of every
single toon

Locked inside,
with no way out

No doors to show
the world about

Just a window,
and endless sky

Can I swim in,
or will it sink me
further underneath

The darkened clouds
of bitterness,
and sleep

A scaling tower,
far above
the misery,
and grief

You must climb it
whole, or die

This – your chance,
and not a try.

Ages of Decay

Countless ages
of this slow decay

Rotting corpses
in the shades of gray

Streaming for
a better day

Screaming for
our life to pay

The fallen angels
far away

Painful relics
of the half-
-forgotten yesterday.

The Past

As I lay here,
waiting for a smile

It’s too much to bear,
the rotten screams of hell

The past
that never can

Just simply
let it go

The last,
and only way

To keep me
feeling low.

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