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A Dark Promise

there are times when I lose my words
dark moments in time when I feel no warmth
and there is no living thing that can save me
I feel no emotion
no love, hate or remorse for the things I’ve done
I kill without reason
without cause or country to drive my sword

I move through worlds without direction
hearing the faint sound of music in the distance
yet it comes to me only after a kill
only after I have stripped the life essence from another
be it creature of light or darkness
all I see is a means to an end

I end life in order to hear the sounds of my own
I find the music that I hear in the void beyond this one

there are children calling my name in the afterlife
so many of them
and all those that fell to my blade
they are nothing beside the voice of these children
blind, deaf and demonic masses
calling to me constantly from beyond the veil of life

I cling to sanity as I move forward through this hell
a hell of my own creation
dark maladies beat my body until I fall
what is this wretched creature I’ve become
a lifeless husk without a home
I am merely a vessel for the blind hatred that stirs within

church bells ring out in the distance
dark forms appear all around me
I am frozen in doubt as a new sensation presents itself
laughter
I am beside myself with this new disease
blinded by it, I lunge at the darkness

left
right
forward

and again I throw myself at those around me
I strike only when their weapons find me

madness
hope
and I struggle onward

only when the devils appear, do I strike
and only when the moon lingers in full
do I call out thy name

Sweet Mother of Moonlight
scar me with your deathly embrace
fold your arms into mine
and guide me to the world we once loved

swallow the poisons you once fed to my father
and place your hand upon my face
for we are hollow men and mer
sent to harm the ones we know
the ones we swore to loathe and carry
primordial trust and the hearts we’d marry

tear your soul and mind asunder
for I have come to break your heart
your body will bend
your hand will know murder
your eyes will know beauty
and your tongue will go no further

forever in place
and without our devotion
the world will know truth
as we drain our flagons of ash
we mark our graves with promises
and debt

to honour God’s corrosion

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The Empty Vessel

My life never goes according to plan
I doubt it was ever meant to
I find myself moving to the pulse of a beating heart
It is not mine; it is not yours
Nor the beating of the unborn
It gives me the chills when I think about it
What could have been, were we not meant for ruin
What could have been
If the stars were not meant to burn

At times I find myself flowing from day to day
In a mindless stupor
What are these things that speak to me
In the daylight
Empty arms crossed for broken down motorcycles
Lost along the road to a barren farm
In the twilight
There are no more cigarettes for those that smoke them
No anger
And no more lies for the ones that choke them
No tears for my love, or the stillborn children

I see only sky, in this world of disbelief
Truth take me, for I am a lost cause
My past berates me, in this sullen form that I have become
We drive down roads that make no sense
Forested avenues
To places that charge no rent
To faces that we dare not see, we dare not speak
We dare not live in this time of the meek

And then the mist flows in
We are lost once again to the barren hills of eternity
And all this light fades, because of you
Because of me
The war paint dries and our bodies fall down
Into worlds of ruin and divination
Into a chorus of plastic bags and empty cupboards
Walk with me now, as the world fades around us

Truer words have never been spoken
Like the day we talked for the first time, this time
The pulse quickens, and I find myself reeling
Pain to the ear, the words sting as the end draws near
I come to you in your dreams
Forested avenues appear again
And we are driving to a town we’ve never seen

Dark forms hover over the many graves
Of the men you’ve killed
The hearts I’ve stolen
In them we find our forgotten selves
And no words spoken
No harm done I guess

All I wanted was a token

To Know Beauty

close your eyes, and keep them so
she says as she exits the room
i hear the door make a sound i have never heard before
it closes, and a brisk wind dances with the leaves outside
i wait for a few seconds
then minutes
then hours
time crawls through me like a dagger
she is only in the next room
but i know that she is worlds away
my heart slows as i think of her smile
the room draws in and i feel alone for the first time
but the truth cannot be clearer
i have visions of a world without reason
without poise
and then i hear something fall
she laughs as she moves about in the next room
and then there is nothing
no noise
my thoughts grow wings once more
there are children playing outside
three of them i think, with a ball and stick
they laugh as if the world means nothing to them
still, there is no noise
i’ve heard nothing for a few minutes
are you ok in there, i ask as the walls grow silent
an early birthday gift, perhaps
or did her laughter leap towards the bedroom trance
i’m coming to check on you, eyes closed, i promise
the children disappear as my thoughts become focus
then wonder
a smile spreads across my mind
then wonder
chaos floods as i exit the room, but this is me
i call again
i imagine laughter, but there is none
there are boxes, old picture albums, some wrapping paper
i smile as i see her feet, perfectly aligned
then legs
then her thighs
then
wait
a smile turns to questions
to thoughts of yesterday, and the lies of tomorrow
she sits against the wall
still, alone, amidst happy memories and answered riddles
her eyes, still, in their homes
open and alarmed
a soft harp plays in the background
as if we’ve faded to a better time
she is lifeless, but perfect
i see the gift, unexpectedly
and then another, and then another
she is one, the box, another
and then next to her, a stick, with colour
it is tiny and small, but the greatest gift
she is beautiful, even now
we would have been a great team
i would have been a great husband
she would have been a wondrous goddess
i would be a good father
i would have been a great father
time dulls its blade on my forehead
she laughs, and i stare in confusion
oops, sorry, she says
but close your eyes….and keep them so